The first story_section3: persian is sugar

That night, the first night in the grave was like daylight for me. A swarm of spiders covered the walls and doors, creating a curtain-like effect, while they locked the door behind us and left us to the mercy of God. During the journey, as we were approaching the shore in a boat from the ship, I overheard some of the sailors and boatmen talking. They said that once again, things had gotten chaotic in Tehran with the king’s hat and the parliament. New orders had been issued from the center, and authorities had been instructed to pay special attention to the movement of passengers. It became clear that all this trouble was due to the special orders, especially since the special agent sent from Rasht that morning had been burning both ends of the candle, causing more trouble. He acted like a rabid dog towards innocent people, trying to increase his own power in the region. He had been working tirelessly from the morning, sending reports non-stop to Tehran.

At first, I was so depressed that I couldn’t focus on anything. But gradually, as I got used to the dark and gloomy room, I realized there were other guests with us. My eyes fell upon one of those foreign people, one of those who would remain a symbol of ignorance and clumsiness in Iran forever. The man sat on a shelf, his neck covered by a long, chimney-like pipe, which almost seemed to match the color of the smoke from the Caucasian oil trains. He was engrossed in reading a romantic novel. I wanted to approach him, throw in a “bon jour monsieur” and show him we were just as capable of handling a needle, but suddenly, I heard a whistling sound from a corner of the room. My attention turned, and in that corner, I noticed something at first that looked like a bright white cat resting on a pile of coal sacks. But no, it was a cleric sitting cross-legged, with a white turban on his head, resembling a cat’s tail, as he was muttering prayers.

This passage continues the writer’s portrayal of the absurdities of life during his time. It mixes humor with satire to critique the political and social atmosphere.