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The Theater is on life, loud voices are hear everywhere. Lights distributed carefully. Setting, and back pictures were appropriately chosen. Actors are reciting their roles calmly. The young director is giving her orders here and there. A balcony was arranged for the main actor to appear on it bending on its enceinte apostrophizing her lover who is playing his love’s song on his fiddle.

“It is the last test. Tomorrow the show will start! Do you understand? As if, you do not recite well the words you have to say!”
“The role is not an ambiguity! However, you are so nervous today!”
His reply annoyed her. She used to be joyful with her actors during work directing. Young men; her friends were doing the work. So, why she is treating them so different today? Ran over to spectacles chairs; sat there and take a cup of tea, to calm down. She tried to remember one reason for her bad mood.

At morning, she used to open the windows widely, as soon as she is awake to kiss the first sunbeams, but, today, she kept them close, and harried up to put on the TV before washing her face. Oh, yes, she remembered. Before she went to bed yesterday night, she hear TV news urgently, she picked just few words while she was taking dinner, so she could not see the full view . Since months, she saw the evening news; young men and kids were killed, then, why this piece of news disturbed her? The events are so far, beyond many boards, mountains and valleys, every day she is obliged to attends funeral of unknown face, unfamiliar body which she can’t distinguish its figure, those who chose to die by their free will and gave death new name…new color, it is no more an end, no, it is something else. Defending.. Resisting, what weapons they have? Old ones and mere stones. Are not they actors in the universal drama? However, who is the director, and why should he kills all his good actors?

Back in her mind jumped words she hear so often these days; to use the Universal Language in communication; a worldly language which units all the populations, and their interests. Who did say these words? She couldn’t remember.”

“You are talking to yourself! What is wrong with you today? What should we learn? Acting modern styles?” he asked anguish, “yes, because they are incredible actors!” replied bitterly.” They are playing coolly and convince all spectators.”

The lights brighten in the right and left corners, exactly as decided. A young, slender, tall boy, stepped on the wooden platform, his back to her, facing the balcony, where his beloved was sitting.

Her heart sunk.

Moreover, that boy, If only he turned her face to her, if they could take a shot of his eyes, of his face, if she could see him clearly, Falling on the land; under the tank’s wheels. Pity his Mom’s heart.

“Turn to me! Let the spectators see your face” she screamed loudly and unconsciously.
The young actor puzzled. “But, Ms….” The rest of his statement swings away, seeing her covering her face by her hands.
“Couldn’t we postpone the first show?” she asked her friend who was her assistance director, “Sorry, No.” he rejected. “Oh, yes the show is going on successfully every day since a long time, there, responsible men are holding meetings every where, to discuss how to finish this fight.” She said sleepy, and added “Did you see yesterday news? “He noted and said: “Nothing new, the resistance did not stop, I wish it would not, but I bored of death’s shows.”
“That boy! I could not see his face; his back was to me, and his chest facing the tank with its cannon. He was holding just a stone! How dare they shot him! I wish I could have seen his eyes,” She said hysterically.
“Please, dear, concentrate on your work today, our show starts tomorrow, people are coming to have some fun, eager to forget their daily gray, please.” He begged her. “Do you know his name, did they clear his name on TV.” She asked. “Yes, it was Fares.”

The final test was about to end, Juliet on her deathbed, Romeo, a young boy, slender and tall, was rising the poison bottle to his lips, chooses to die; chooses to unit with his beloved in life and in death.

Why he should had been so weak? Why he did not, in stead, raise a sward to fight for his rights? Against his enemy, he would either win or die, any way.

In addition, if his beloved stood by him, defending her love, then she might follow his funeral, might then take his weapon to fight again, refusing to yield, would not the play been more attractive?

She remembered a man of religion who was talking in general speech; he said: “The revolution in Iran won when people went out to streets carrying red roses, and calling the Shah to give up the crown, cannon bombed them, but they keep on going forward till the king was obliged to leave.”

She stand up, a little creature with strong ability, takes her decision, shouts to her actors “ Re-arrange the stage, “Fares will have a rose in his hand, and instead of the balcony we will put a cannon, then his slender body will be carried by his beloved, who might be killed after him.” She spoke so calmly and continued, “Oh, God, please stop this silly drama; there is no more a time for old fashion love.”


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