{"id":1832,"date":"2024-06-17T19:34:56","date_gmt":"2024-06-17T19:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/?p=1832"},"modified":"2024-09-30T05:43:20","modified_gmt":"2024-09-30T05:43:20","slug":"the-vengeful-hand-of-nature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/the-vengeful-hand-of-nature\/","title":{"rendered":"The vengeful hand of nature"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"1832\" class=\"elementor elementor-1832\" data-elementor-post-type=\"post\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-003f4b8 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"003f4b8\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-12c3075 ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"12c3075\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<style>\/*! elementor - v3.23.0 - 25-07-2024 *\/\n.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-stacked .elementor-drop-cap{background-color:#69727d;color:#fff}.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-framed .elementor-drop-cap{color:#69727d;border:3px solid;background-color:transparent}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap{margin-top:8px}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap-letter{width:1em;height:1em}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap{float:right;text-align:center;line-height:1;font-size:50px}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap-letter{display:inline-block}<\/style>\t\t\t\t<p>When the training was over, I served in the same artillery unit. After a while, experienced personnel were deployed to different parts of Iran, but my commander kept me back to train new recruits; this responsibility was assigned to me towards the end of my military service, in the first half of 1946. I was in charge of a quarter of all responsibilities there; every four days, I was responsible for the guard duty and the training of new soldiers. At that time, the country was insecure, and many soldiers would desert; one of my concerns was ensuring that those under my command did not flee.<\/p><p>One day around evening, I noticed one of the soldiers was missing; he was bulky, and his absence was quite evident. I searched different parts, the horse stable, the barracks, the kitchen, and other places; there was no sign of him, and I assumed he had deserted. I was very upset about this because I was responsible, and I would be held accountable. I had lost hope and thought he was gone for good. Around 8 PM, I saw him walking back sluggishly; I called out to him, &#8220;Where have you been?&#8221; He said, &#8220;I went to Bagh-e Shah to visit some people from my hometown.&#8221; I scolded him, &#8220;You should have asked for permission; you&#8217;ve caused us a lot of trouble; we&#8217;ve been searching everywhere for you.&#8221; He replied, &#8220;What&#8217;s the big deal?&#8221; His response angered me, I slapped him and reprimanded him. I stayed awake all night; I had to attend to various duties. In the morning, I called one of the orderlies to go with a draft horse to fetch the commander; at that time, there were no cars, we had to send a horse for the commander. He went, and I arranged other tasks so that when the commander arrived and inspected, there would be no issues. About an hour and a half later, the commander arrived; in military parlance, I saluted, and all stood at attention; he started inspecting different parts, and I followed him, my hand raised in military salute; the other soldiers also stood at attention. During the inspection, the commander suddenly stopped, turned around, and slapped me; I was shocked; he didn&#8217;t say or ask anything, nor did he respond to anything; he just went about his business. I continued with my duties, but I was very upset as to why he did that; I was not at fault. Somehow, I endured until noon; my shift ended at twelve; I handed over everything that was under my charge, the armory, the storeroom, and other places; after twenty months of service, I deserted from the barracks.<\/p><p>I deserted because the commander had acted unjustly. I went to Dorvan; I told my mother I had taken a month&#8217;s leave; I didn&#8217;t mention the desertion. I was very worried and upset; I had served for twenty months, it could all be for nothing; on the other hand, he had hit me unjustly, and I had no intention of returning. It was early summer; the family would sleep in the garden at night, and I would go up to the roof. One of those nights, as I was restless and thinking about the incident, it suddenly dawned on me that he had slapped me exactly where I had slapped the soldier; this was a form of retribution that nature exacts; I had wronged an innocent soldier, and the commander had wronged me. Once I understood the reason, I got up and told my mother I had to leave; she said, &#8220;But didn&#8217;t you say you had a month&#8217;s leave?&#8221; I corrected, &#8220;No, I had a week&#8217;s leave,&#8221; and about a week had passed since that incident. I packed my belongings, took some fruit and snacks, rented a donkey, and headed towards Karaj; from there, I took a vehicle to Tehran, Bagh-e Shah. I arrived around four or five in the afternoon; the soldiers were praying in the field. I waited until the ceremony was over; the commander was there; when he saw me, he approached and asked, &#8220;Where have you been?&#8221; Before I could explain, he laughed and said, &#8220;Go about your business!&#8221; He hadn&#8217;t reported me; he said, &#8220;I really liked you, and later realized I shouldn&#8217;t have done that; it&#8217;s in the past now; go back to your duties.&#8221; I was relieved, both because the commander hadn&#8217;t reported me and because I had paid for my actions. Whatever one does in this world, one must pay the consequences; thus, one should not infringe upon others&#8217; rights, commit injustices, or needlessly hurt others; this incident became a lesson for me, that when one has power, one should not violate the rights of others; I have kept this in mind all my life and tried to adhere to it.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-ad8d531 e-grid e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"ad8d531\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-7392f04 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"7392f04\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-d575c8a elementor-post-navigation-borders-yes ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-post-navigation\" data-id=\"d575c8a\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"post-navigation.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<link rel=\"stylesheet\" href=\"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/wp-content\/plugins\/elementor-pro\/assets\/css\/widget-theme-elements-rtl.min.css\">\t\t<div class=\"elementor-post-navigation\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-post-navigation__prev elementor-post-navigation__link\">\n\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/stocky-horse-and-%d9%8drider\/\" rel=\"prev\"><span class=\"post-navigation__arrow-wrapper post-navigation__arrow-prev\"><i class=\"fa fa-angle-left\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><\/i><span class=\"elementor-screen-only\">Prev<\/span><\/span><span class=\"elementor-post-navigation__link__prev\"><span class=\"post-navigation__prev--label\">prevoius story<\/span><span class=\"post-navigation__prev--title\">Stocky horse and \u064dRider<\/span><\/span><\/a>\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-post-navigation__separator-wrapper\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-post-navigation__separator\"><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-post-navigation__next elementor-post-navigation__link\">\n\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/if-reza-shah\/\" rel=\"next\"><span class=\"elementor-post-navigation__link__next\"><span class=\"post-navigation__next--label\">Next Story<\/span><span class=\"post-navigation__next--title\">If Reza Shah&#8230;<\/span><\/span><span class=\"post-navigation__arrow-wrapper post-navigation__arrow-next\"><i class=\"fa fa-angle-right\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><\/i><span class=\"elementor-screen-only\">Next<\/span><\/span><\/a>\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When the training was over, I served in the same artillery unit. After a while, experienced personnel were deployed to different parts of Iran, but my commander kept me back to train new recruits; this responsibility was assigned to me towards the end of my military service, in the first half of 1946. 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