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I don't know where do you live or what your nationality is, but please let me introduce myself. My name is Mehrdad Zandi and I was born Feb 5, 1972. I'm looking for a good and kind mother and father who will accept me as their adopted son.
Perhaps you're wondering why that, at the age of 33, I'm looking for a mother and father to adopt me. The reason is that I became paralyzed in 1993 due to an accident that occurred when I was a soldier. Since then, I can only move my left hand and my head. All I want is the kindness of a mother and father who can accept a disabled person such as me.
In case you're wondering, this isn't about money. I have very kind and honorable relatives who care for me in the best way all the time. This has been especially true since I became paralyzed. Unfortunately, however, I live in a country whose governors operate our society as a strict caste system. I live in Iran. Here the governors just protect the investments and profits belonging to them and their relatives. I complained about my lack of rights to anyone who would listen in my country.
When I was a soldier (I should mention that military service is compulsory in Iran), I worked in an arms factory for a defence industry organization for 22 months. It was a big help in promoting the fighting power of my country. I turned and rolled more than 1500 gun barrels, mortars and shells using advanced CNC. For a long time I worked in QC, which is very sensitive work.
I did my best during those times. On a day off, however, the accident happened and I became paralyzed. The governors didn’t pay any attention to me and treated me as if I were good for nothing. It was as if they threw me away as they would a piece of tissue paper. None of my complaints got any results.
For over two years now, I've been keeping two blogs in Farsi about my experiences as a disabled person in Iran. In these blogs, I write about coping with my needs and problems, such as getting into my wheelchair, taking a bath and going to the toilet. As much as possible, I have tried to cover all the points necessary to help disabled people in my country learn to cope.
I'vealso written about the problems I've faced in society and asked the governors to investigate. Unfortunately, no result has come of it. It's not because no-one pays attention to the internet and my writings, either. In this country, the government strictly controls internet access and the subjects that can be addressed. Many bloggers in Iran have been arrested after writing of their complaints. Who knows, I may be next.
After years of tolerating the injustice of my situation, I'm tired. I have chosen to use the internet as a tool, a sort of world court with an international jury, with which to lodge my complaints and tell of the injustice I face and the hope I struggle to retain. I want to share my wishes for the future of a normal life that enjoys welfare, honor, fairness and social justice.
No, I do not want your money. I want your spiritual support. Such support would be a balm for my aching heart. I tolerated 8 years of destruction of both home and spirit during the war from 1981 to 1989. Those years should have been the best of my life. Instead, I spent my youth in a wheelchair, suffering physically and spiritually. In all those years, there was never any hope for a bright future.
Now I ask the people of the world to help me. Will you accept me as your adopted son? Please send me a reply, even if it is just a few words, to share with me what you feel and think. My address is: P.O.Box 13895/136, Tehran, Iran.