{"id":556,"date":"2024-06-02T19:53:22","date_gmt":"2024-06-02T19:53:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/?p=556"},"modified":"2024-09-30T07:19:52","modified_gmt":"2024-09-30T07:19:52","slug":"what-are-you-looking-for","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/what-are-you-looking-for\/","title":{"rendered":"What are you looking for?"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"556\" class=\"elementor elementor-556\" data-elementor-post-type=\"post\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-aa3cc48 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"aa3cc48\" 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-2d16740 ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"2d16740\" 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 style=\"text-align: justify;\">In my childhood, we used to visit Gat-Agha&#8217;s house often; his house was on a hill, while the stable were down below, connected by a steep path. When we went there, I spent most of my time in the stable because I liked the lambs. He would also frequently visit there and take care of his livestock.<\/p>\n<p>At that time, Gat-Agha had geese, and he would herd them around. Once when we were going from the stable to the house, I thought he had lost something. I was very young and thought that he was searching for something on the ground as if he was looking for something. In the local dialect, I asked, &#8216;Gat-Agha, what are you tracking?&#8217; meaning, &#8216;What are you looking for?&#8217; He replied, &#8216;Babam! I&#8217;m looking for my youth.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Some years, there was a water shortage in Baraghan. Our farm was on higher ground, and when we irrigated our land, water didn&#8217;t reach the lower lands. My grandfather&#8217;s properties were also in the lower lands, and sometimes they ran out of water. One of those times, a man came to our house on the farm. He greeted us and sat down, saying, &#8216;Babam, whenever you irrigate your vineyard, release the water.&#8217; He said this sarcastically, implying that when you water your garden, you&#8217;re also watering your barren lands, and you no longer need it. I felt a bit upset and said, &#8216;Gat-Agha, have our properties become barren lands now?&#8217; He replied, &#8216;No, Babam; come, let me tell you a story. In the past, a man who didn&#8217;t look after his vineyard like you bragged about himself. He was sitting on his barren land and boasting. He kept patting his own back, saying, &#8220;Oh, my precious self! I&#8217;ve never let you suffer, always treated people kindly, forgiven them, and never let you get beaten.&#8221; In the meantime, Mashti Hasan, one of the locals who wasn&#8217;t interested in flattery, passed by. He heard this man boasting, and told himself, &#8220;Today, I must break this man&#8217;s head with a stick.&#8221; So, he went up and cut off the water supply while sitting there, expecting that this man would come and curse him, and he would beat him with a stick. When that servant of God saw that the water was cut off, he went to Mashti Hasan and greeted him warmly, inquiring about his well-being. He said, &#8220;Mashti Hasan, your vineyard must have had enough water, so let the water go . Goodbye.&#8221; Mashti Hasan called after him, saying, &#8220;Indeed, you&#8217;re worthy of praising yourself, and I thought you will come and curse me then I will hit you with a stick.&#8221; Then, Mashti Hasan released the water and left.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Gat-Agha meant that my dear, you Narimani&#8217;s are a bit carefree. If I had complained loudly, you would have taken my caller and made trouble for me. Of course, we always held him in high regard.<\/p>\n<p>You could see this calm nature in every aspect of Gat-Agha&#8217;s life. My grandfather even petted the sheep and goats and sang to them.<\/p>\n<p>The lambs that were born for the first time had difficulty nursing; when the lamb tried to suckle, the mother sheep would come and push the lamb away.<\/p>\n<p>In the sheepfold, Gat-Agha would set up a platform, and he would sit on it. When I went there, I would sit beside him. He would gently caress the mother sheep and sing softly for them. 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