After finishing my military service, I told my father that I prefer city life and cannot stay here; I decided to go north to distance myself from the village. I went to Karaj to meet Mr. Kamali; this was the second time I was visiting him. Kamali suggested that we bring rice from the north and sell it.
Our business took off again; we were very successful. At that time, I was also responsible for my family; for this reason, Kamali would say, “Take whatever wage you want”; I would say five tomans a day was enough, but he insisted that it was too little and I should take more; I would say, “One toman is for our house rent and the rest is for living expenses; it’s enough.” Time passed this way until I decided to think more seriously about life; I discussed this with him, and he said, “Well, let’s become partners; price the goods and capital, whatever profit we make, we’ll split it two to one; and accept so-and-so, who is one of my relatives, as your spouse”; I said, “I need to think about it”; I had to think carefully about every action and decision; I saw that if our situation improved, everyone would say I made it here with Kamali’s capital and that I was not capable on my own; I did not see my benefit in this work. I planned to leave there, but he wouldn’t let me; eventually, one day when I had to go to Tehran for shopping, I settled all the accounts; I went to Tehran, bought the goods I wanted, sent them, and then disappeared; no one knew where I was; after that, Kamali had to find someone else to replace me and help him.