There’s this tale In Iran, this living myth with a beating
heart but forgotten in time, that’s said it reveals itself only to those who go
after it and brave enough to pull the curtain away.
Once upon a time there was this God of time called Zorvān, He
was the king of everything but yet without an heir to give up the whole kingdom
and the creation of earth and beings to. So he prays and prays for nearly a thousand
years to have a son. A sun so bright and wise, with a pure heart and kind. As a
holly sing of unity Zorvān was both male and female and was able to get
pregnant by itself. When the praying time was about to end he falls with
doubts. Wonders whether his prayings will ever be answered and happen? What if
it was all for nothing? What if he has wasted his time with waiting and
wishing?
Thousand years passed and he was pregnant with a twin. One
pure hearted soul of a son bright and wise enough to be the creator, for all
the years Zorvān believed in good, and one dark, vicious septic soul that had no
mind but to destroy for the doubts he had.
The myth goes on and on about what happens next. But what I
came to understand about this was that first it looked stupid. How could he be
praying when there was nothing but him? To whom he was praying to? How could he
get pregnant and why on earth there had to be such a punishment for just doubting
your stupid prayers?
But I finally got the point. I had to pull the curtain away
to see what it was trying to say …
You may have a dream, You may have a vision, you may want something in life so bad … and yes you are all alone in that, yes it is just you and only you and nothing but you. You wish, you pray, you imagine, you talk about it, describe it, pint it , fight for it but only if you’re strong enough to keep up to it, you’ll meet that dream in the end. Doubts are invisible insidious creatures. They might not come out as a dark messy soul within our wish but will weary us, make us hopeless dreamless like we’ve had it all and just want the agony to end. The question is, who could ever escape doubts? Not even mighty Zorvān, the God could stay pure! Then what’s the mystery?
Another layer should be curved away from this myth… we’ve to dig deeper … look harder. Zorvān NEVER GAVE UP… no matter how strong his doubts were getting, he kept on praying harder till he finally reached his wish. Sure he had to deal with the consequences of his doubts and that’s the rest of the tale but the whole point is about KEEP GOING ON.
So always always always chose to get back in the game coz NEVER GIVING UP will be the only strength you would want to hold on to, such a strength than rises you as God who’s able to make wishes happen, the only power that will be there when you’re all alone, YOUR ONLY PROPERTY … and this myth comes from how long ago? Yeah ... about 2000 years ago!!
Come, Visit the land where mystery and history meet.
PS: The first picture is not Zorvan.
