Dalan Behesht by Safavid Nazi is another love story. The remarkable point, however, is that, contrary to the usual clichés, the story of the book is narrated by a girl who tries to describe her mistakes and analyze her wrong behaviors in her emotional relationship, and with her honest narration, arouses a sense of empathy in the reader.
Romance literature is one of the most popular literary genres, and there are few books that do not tell a romantic and emotional story.
Many of them describe the description of carpentry and many others describe the description of separation.
Synopsis of the novel Dalan Behesht
The Safavid Nazi in the book Dalan Behesht tells the life story of a girl from a market family named Mahnaz.
Mahnaz grew up in a religious family and has a comfortable life. Their neighbor’s son Mohammad loves her dearly.
Mohammad proposes to Mahnaz when he is only 17 years old and the two begin their life together.
But Mahnaz’s young age causes awkward behaviors from her. Mahnaz’s crude moral, emotional and cultural behaviors disrupt their relationship.
Muhammad emigrated abroad after the divorce.
During all the years she is abroad, Mahnaz thinks about her mistakes in her life together and tries to develop her personality.
Mohammad returns to Iran after 8 years. The two meet and find that they still love each other.
Characterization of the novel Paradise Hall
Mahnaz is the narrator of the book. A girl who suddenly enters her married life and her commitments from her adolescent and playful life;
Without any understanding of it.
But this story does not follow the usual clichés. Mahnaz has not been forced into the marriage by her family, nor has family poverty influenced her decision;
Rather, she married Muhammad of her own free will.
At the beginning of the story, a safe and sweet environment is drawn between them and their families.
After that, the problems of Mohammad and Mahnaz are discussed in the story.
Unlike Mahnaz, Mohammad is an established and experienced boy.
Although he grew up in a traditional family with traditional beliefs, he is rational in dealing with his marital problems and Mahnaz’s mistakes.
Mahnaz’s repeated mistakes eventually lead to their divorce. After making her mistakes, Mahnaz focuses on her mistakes, contrary to the usual clichés in love stories where both parties find new couples.
Divorce paves the way for Mahnaz’s self-knowledge and puts her on a path to overcome her weaknesses that have led to the loss of her relationship with Muhammad.
Other positive points of the book include the creation of vivid and gray characters in the book. Humans who are not necessarily bad or good, but are not immune to error.
This makes the characters very believable and the audience can easily communicate with them and follow the story.
The author says of the book’s characters: “Perhaps the love I had for my grandmother was passed on to Ms. Joon Dalan Behesht;
That naughtiness and its present answers. I’m glad Ms. Jun is nice. Everyone loves it. There is no difference between men and women and old and young; “Everyone loves him.”
Critics’ comments on the Hall of Fame
Comments on the book are not all positive. Many people do not consider the book’s view on the issue of divorce of characters as well as sociological problems of their lives based on psychological and educational theories and consider them as mere personal opinions of the author.
For this reason, this group of critics believe that the book is not an educational work. Another point of criticism is the portrayal of a dependent woman in an Iranian family.
A woman who has no identity or meaning without the presence of a man.
On the other hand, this work has a negative view of the traditional Iranian woman, which is contradictory to the dependent character that portrays the woman.
Mahnaz says in a part of the book: “No feeling in this world is more beautiful than knowing that you belong to someone and for someone dear”, which shows his sense of belonging and belonging.
In another part of the book, Mohammad tells Mahnaz that he does not want to be alone at home like the old women, and expresses his critical view of traditional Iranian women.
The author said in response to these criticisms: “If we chant slogans and say that being like this is bad, it is useless. “The story of these people must be written so that they may learn a lesson.”
Excerpts from the book Dalan Behesht (text pleasure)
I could not think that all people who are afraid of newness and new words and worlds are somehow afraid of exposing their own weaknesses.
I also did not know that the mind, in order not to admit these facts, makes various excuses and different names, or denies the value of new things and denies them altogether, or takes refuge in ridicule and mockery, and names everything that It is other than his own belief that he leaves nonsense and stupidity ….
It took me many years to understand what a strange potion a human being is who, in order to prove the legitimacy of his own thoughts, is ready to question, deny and deny the whole world, except himself ….
I did not realize this important conclusion that lowly people, rotten and worthless thoughts, and imaginary and baseless beliefs are always fugitives and comparisons and debates, and this is the important and strong reason why they are worthless …
When I came out of the clinic, I said to myself, now that she is not a mother, it is better to go to Amir’s house. I was shaking from the heat and weakness, I was trembling like hungry people, my heart was pounding and my eyes were black.
I never thought a simple poisoning would overwhelm you like this. I called several times in a row.
When Suraya opened the door, I threw my bag in her arms and said impatiently: they do not take long in the mansion to open it, did you keep me in the sun for an hour to open it in this filthy apartment ?!
Soraya, who was looking with surprise and panic, said: What are you doing here at this time of day ?! You were supposed to come at night. I said angrily: “Since you opened the door, this is also your welcome.” I barely passed Suraya, who was still standing in front of the door.
I was suffocating from the heat, combing my hair with one hand and struggling to unbutton my clothes with the other.
Embarrassed, Soraya, like someone who wants to stop someone else, walked backwards and hurriedly said: Look, Mahnaz Joon, wait a few minutes. But it was too late, I entered the hall and it hit me like an electric shock.
I thought I was wrong, I could not believe I was right.
Mohammad was sitting on the sofa in front of my brother Amir and there was a woman on the sofa next to him. “Hello,” Amir said loudly. “What a surprise from these sides?” And he came to me with long steps.
It was as if I could see all the sounds and faces, except Muhammad’s face, from behind a thick fog.
Whatever I was doing, I could not compose myself. My mouth was dry and my eyes, without blinking, stared into the eyes of Muhammad, who was now standing.
With the pressure of Amir’s hand, I shook myself violently, and in response to Salam Mohammad, in a voice that was strange to my own ears, I just said, “Hello.”
. Part of the book
When a person is satisfied and happy inside, when his heart is warm and his heart is happy, he feels that everything is beautiful and everyone is happy.
Contrary to the times when he is stressed, sad and helpless from the inside, the most beautiful scenes in the world are dark for him and he has the color of sadness, because he himself is heartbroken, he thinks that everyone is sad. This is one of the constant mistakes of human beings that compares everything to itself.
He stood up. He turned and opened his mouth, but what should not have happened had happened. I had lost my authority. I thought, now that he’s gone, let me at least talk. This time I will not stay under the rubble.
I was screaming and I did not understand how I vented all my greed and sorrow. I was a child. She was only sixteen years old.
You told me out of love. You said about love and that you love me. You pulled me out of my childhood world. You filled the best years of your life with professions that set the rest of your life on fire.
I was no longer a child, nor a girl, nor a woman, do you understand ?! No, you do not understand. You do not understand how hard it is to have the best years of your life, to keep telling someone in the flesh that a loved one makes you dependent on him with the shackles of existence, then like a trash can, far away, poor and with only pain in your heart that you can not tell anyone.
You thought a lot of the man you told everyone I said, right ?! No, Mohammad Agha, it was masculinity to see what you did to me ?! It is very important for you to know why I did not get married ?! Because I could not… Because yet
Safavid Nazi; Low-key and popular writer
Nazi Safavi, a contemporary Iranian writer, was born in 1967 in Tehran.
He is more interested in reading psychology books and classic works of Persian literature such as Hafez and Masnavi Manavi.
Safavid started writing when he was very young, but in 1999 he officially entered the Iranian publishing and literature market by writing the novel Dalan Behesht.
He does not adhere to the principles and rules of writing much in writing, and without following a particular school, he gets more help from his senses.
“Writing is not my job,” he says. He could not convince me. It did not work for me. It was love for me. I felt that this is a beautiful tool that can be used to communicate with many
. These people who talk so much have cultural concerns. Who do not have. Like everything, worrying is very much an art. Resolving concerns is not important. Everyone says we have a cultural concern. What is your cultural concern? I do not claim to be a writer, so I’m comfortable. I went to a lot of writing and intellectual groups that sit down and talk about books, but I did not see myself as an author by definition. This was writing for me. In my opinion, the style of writing is not a revelation, it is a matter of taste. Is an opinion. Maybe writing is also a way to reach God. We see that everywhere they want to teach writing engineering, I am not one of those people who want to learn engineering. Writing is a form of creativity; Like reciting poetry. It comes by itself. It forces you to write. “You can not push yourself and write, I think something happens that is not noticeable to others.”
After the novel Dalan Behesht, Safavid released the book “Barzakh Emma Behesht” which attracted a large audience and finally completed its trilogy with the publication of the novel “There is no way to heaven”.
He also says about the healthy and vulgar atmosphere of his books and the ease of communication with the Iranian audience: “My mind is censored. “She has a certain shyness about a series of things.” …
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