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Qahqaheh
Ismaeil II, the prominent Persian prince of the illustrious Safavid Dynasty in the 16th century, endured a long and solitary imprisonment within the dark walls of Ghahghahe Castle, located in Meshkin Shahr, Iran. His father, King Tahmasb I, driven by a profound fear of Ismaeil’s audacious bravery, poetic genius, and burgeoning popularity among the Iranians of the time, confined him for an arduous span of nineteen years and six months and twenty days. Released from captivity, this prince, commonly celebrated as a poet, transformed into a figure of lethal repute/ notorious fame. Ghahghahe Castle served as a grim political prison, a place of exile for artists who dared to dissent against the central authority. In an effort to stifle creativity and expression, King Tahmasb I ensured that no paper or writing materials could be accessible in the castle stone confines, even resorting to the drastic measure of severing the margins of books. This suppression was emblematic of the broader climate under the Safavid dynasty, and marked the inception of an ideological governmental framework in Iran of that era. In this nascent regime, artists whose works showed any kind of deviation from the prevailing ideology faced with strict scrutiny, covert surveillance, and potential censure. In this crucible of constraint, Ismaeil II’s story unfolds a tale woven with the threads of artistic rebellion, the transformative power of adversity, and the relentless tension between creative expression and authoritarian control.
The first Paragraph of Qahqaheh
Poetry is the feminine nature of everything while fiction is its masculine manifestation. For nineteen years, six months and twenty-one days, I was deprived of a right place to mix and flaunt these two. I posed the former on the latter. The latter I rocked on my feet in dream. Instead of poetry, I composed evil. Illusion tilted everywhere. Wishes grieved. And the world demanded ransom. From these hugs. And you. You neither asked nor knew where I was for nineteen years, six months and twenty-one days. The king the father sent me to a desolate place where you were never sent to. I scribed on what you never did. I had a brother that you never had. I battled with those whom you never fought. I experienced so many odd dreams that you never did.
I was Abul-Mozaffar Shah Esmaeil Mirza Ibn Shah Tahmasb Safavi Al-Hosseini Al-Moosavi. But you never was.