Contents ( 43)
- Rain Born
- Rain Born
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Copyright Information ©
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
The ship-searches had found many ships without live passengers and had settled the ships by anchoring them in their position at the sea. They had taken out whatever supplies they could from the ships to their own, thrown out the corpses and repaired the ships for further settlement. Later on, those ships that were not repairable were chopped up and used as raw material for the new settlements on the islands. The second search party had sailed away with a boat to where once the Alborz heights stood. They expected to find some form of land close to the pre-rain city of Damavand, according to Hami’s calculations. They had decided not to move their ship to avoid colliding with the remains of the pre-rain cities and to save up the ship’s fuel for the boats and for light and heating of the ship. After half a day of sailing, they had arrived to the first land, somewhere around the drowned city of Qom. It was a small hill with a ship stranded on it. The search party had set out to explore the land and the lucky ship that had apparently been mud bound at the right time, staying intact.
The stranded ship was a library full of books with the stamp of Iran National Library on their first pages; it was one of the three treasure ships of Tehran citizens, trying to save their heritage. But the library ship passengers had lost their lives in the Great Fog and their only survivor was a baby boy, laid on the ship deck beside his mother’s dead body. He slowly moved his little feet and hands in the air. It wasn’t clear when his mother had died. If it was after the fog, how had she lived through the fog to give birth and if it was before, how did the baby survive without air and milk? They hadn’t found any oxygen masks in the ship. But it was full of food and other supplies since the ship had only twenty passengers from the count of the dead bodies. The live Rain Born baby was a miracle: a promise of new bright beginnings! Parsana and Ariad had taken the baby in but Hami had named him. ‘Saviour’ was the name of the little miracle baby. A group had left behind on the island including Ariad, Parsana and Hami, and the rest had gone back to take the news, throwing into the water twenty dead bodies of the Saviour Ship passengers on their way back.
Everything else from this point on is written down. The library ship had provided them with pens and papers, encouraging them to write down anything that happened. They had spent five years on the stranded ship. More than fifty of their ship passengers had resided on the island, unknowingly setting up the new small civilisation of the post-rain era. They had started communicating with other ships and Hami had started making the map of the Rain Born world marking the position of every ship on the map. They had passed the first rule of the post-rain society: The Saviour Island was theirs and no one from the ships could enter it without their permission. They had to pay for entrance giving them food, livestock, farming soil or valuable geographical, historical, technological or navigational information. Hami had travelled around in those five years looking for more land finding nothing but endless water. Parsana had tried to make the little Saviour speak, but he seemed unable to say out a clear word. Ariad believed the boy was both deaf and mute. But the boy was able to hear and react to their commands, he just resisted talking.