Pomegranate Garden
It’s a story about various emotions experienced by two nieces named Roya and Parya during their summer journey to a village in Ardabil Province, Iran. The challenge between good and bad, kindness and mischief unfolds. Bitter and sweet events take the reader on a journey in a beautiful pomegranate orchard, bringing them face to face with these emotions.
The tale commences with the arrangement of pomegranates by Roya and Parya in their grandmother’s pomegranate orchard. When a pomegranate falls from Parya’s hands and shatters on the ground, the guardian fairy of pomegranates also dies. Parya is compelled to find another fairy to prevent herself from sharing the fate of the guardian fairy of the pomegranate. To continue the story and explore its intriguing events, get a copy of the book “Pomegranate Orchard” and join me on this journey.
– Ayla Deniz
One day, while I was picking pomegranates, the gardener’s dog suddenly started barking. Startled, the pomegranate in my hand fell to the ground and burst open. For a moment, everyone froze, looking at it in disbelief. A heavy silence descended upon the garden.
Following this accident, I stammered, “Oh, my God! Did I kill an angel?” The world seemed to darken, and all I could see, was the broken pomegranate with its head shattered on the ground. My heart ached, my eyes welled up with tears, and I felt a profound sense of sadness and disappointment.
With a trembling voice, I muttered, “I am doomed. I feel so bad. I feel guilty. I have killed an angel. What will happen now? Will the other angels arrest me because I have killed one of them? Am I going to hell?”
My cousin Roya, who stood beside me, trimming her golden hair, said, “Oh, poor baby, you will definitely go to hell because you have killed an angel. You’re cruel.”
Her words echoed in my ears when saying , “You killed an angel. You… killed an angel, and you must be punished.” I was terrified. I made up my mind to run away, leaving the rest of the pomegranates on the tree, and I sprinted from the garden as fast as the wind.
Grandma, witnessing my escape, shouted, “Pariya, Pariya-a-a-a, my daughter! Do not go anywhere, calm down, please! Nothing special happened, everything is okay, come back! Be more careful. Let us pick the fruits together.”
But I was determined to escape. While running, I reflected on my qualities and said to myself, “I know I am not a beautiful girl, but I am intelligent with good grades, musical talent, artistic skills, and proficiency in English. My physique is not bad either; I am thin, with shiny eyes and well-formed lips. I am beautiful when I smile. So, with all these good qualities, why should I die? Why do they want to imprison me? Why do they want to punish me? They can punish me if I deserve it, but I do not deserve to die. I am a child. I would rather not die soon. Furthermore, I can live happily, helping my grandma and others. God should know I did not kill the angels intentionally. I pleaded with God, asking for mercy and not to let me die. God forgive me for my honesty. Oh God, please, please pay attention to me. I am alone, and I need your help. Show mercy on me. Do not kill me, please! I am beautiful when I smile. So, with all these good qualities, why should I die? Why do they want to imprison me? Why do they want to punish me? Ofcourse , They can punish me because I deserve it, but I do not deserve to die. I am a child. I would rather not die soon. Furthermore, I can live happily, helping my grandma and others. God should know I did not kill the angels intentionally. I pleaded with God, asking for mercy and not to let me die. God, forgive me for my honesty. Oh God, please, please pay attention to me. I am alone, and I require your help. Show mercy on me. Do not kill me, please!”