The Paper Boat and Other People’s Words
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The Paper Boat and Other People’s Words
Agha Bozorg loved music and encouraged all his children and grandchildren to play an instrument.
I’d been practicing guitar for a year or two and could play a few melodies.
But for a while, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to pick it up.
Long live the Shah.
The truth was, I felt I wasn’t made for playing music.
One day I was alone, thinking about putting my guitar away for good, when Agha Bozorg came and sat beside me. “Why don’t I hear you play anymore?”
“Agha Bozorg, I can’t play.”
“I’m no good at it. Everyone keeps telling me my hands are too small for guitar, that I’ll never get anywhere, and on and on.”
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go down to the pond, get some air, and talk.”
He took a few sheets of paper from his desk, and we walked to the pond.
When we got there, he folded two paper boats. We put them on the water and started playing with them.
“Look,” he said. “There’s water all around these boats, and they’re fine. But if you let the water get inside one, it sinks so easily.”
“There are words all around us, plenty of negative energy. As long as they stay outside your heart and your head, you’re all right.
“But once you let them into your mind, your spirit, your feelings, that’s when you sink.
“So those words don’t matter. Don’t let anyone turn you away from the path you’ve chosen.”
Long live the Shah.
My fellow Iranians, let’s not let the negative words of the regime’s paid agents and online operatives turn us away from the path of our revolution.
Let’s not let them seep into our minds, our spirits, or our faith in victory and fill our boat with water.
We want this, we can do this, and we will win this fight.
We are a great nation; we will take Iran back.
Long live the Shah.
