Village Life in Iran |With a village girl to the heart of the oak forest - Video

“In a city where you can’t even hear people breathing, somewhere in the world, Sahar still wakes up with the crowing of a rooster, not with a mobile phone alarm.”

“If you think peace means a cup of coffee in a coffee shop, come and let me show you peace means sitting on the back of a gray donkey in the heart of an oak forest, where no antenna can reach.”

“You must be wondering why a young village girl, instead of checking Instagram, goes after her chickens and roosters early in the morning? Hear the answer from me by the end of this video.”

Hello, I’m Sahar, a young girl from a small village in the heart of the Zagros Mountains. It may seem strange to you, but my day starts with the crowing of a rooster, not with the sound of a car horn. It’s not yet dawn when I open my eyes, not to check my mobile phone, but to go and clean the yard. I pick up the broom and sweep the dust that the wind blew yesterday to a corner. In this village, a house is not just a building; it is a place where my grandmother used to say, “Kiss the dust, because your livelihood will grow from this dust.” The morning sweep is like a meditation; repetitive, calm, and silent, but it prepares my mind for a day full of work.

After cleaning the yard, it is the turn of the chickens and roosters. I pour the seeds into a bowl and call out, “Jik Jiko, come!” A flock of chickens with outstretched wings run from all directions and gather around my feet. I would never trade this moment for anything; I fill my palm with seeds and watch their joy. This is exactly what rural life in Iran is all about; enjoying simple moments that city dwellers may never experience.

My sisters Sogel and Sapor have woken up. Today we are going to go into the heart of the oak forest together. My gray donkey is waiting with infinite patience. I put the saddle on its back, take a liter of water and some fresh walnuts. I mount it and the sisters walk beside me. The path passes through oak trees; trees that have probably stood here for hundreds of years, watching the silence.

Our appointment today is not just a walk. We are going to go to the mountainside and visit the village's drinking water tank. Water is the lifeblood of the village. A few years ago, worn-out water pipes had cut off the village's water supply and everyone used to get water from tankers. Now, fortunately, with the help of the village headman and the participation of the people, we have built a new tank. When we reach the tank, I climb the metal steps and open the valve. The clear water gushing from the heart of the mountain is so clear that you can see the bottom. This moment reminds me of how much rural life depends on nature; on the rain, on the spring, on the blessings of the earth.

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It is time to return home. Gulqaly walks slowly on the way back, as if he always has time; something that no one in the city has. Along the way, we collect fallen acorns; we keep some to cook a traditional meal tonight. Yes, maybe we will have an acorn stew or local bread made from acorn flour for dinner tonight. The traditional food of the Zagros villages has many secrets that no cookbook can write; its secrets are passed down from grandmother to grandmother.

If you enjoyed this video, please follow the channel until one day we reach a place where you don't need any subscribe button; just a window facing a quiet village is enough. Until the next video, remember: "Peace is not in the city, nor in the hustle and bustle; it is found in the heart of an oak forest and the sound of a gray donkey's feet." Goodbye, until the next dawn.

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