Waking in traditional Iranian village home
Deep unscientific analysis of sleeping on floor in Iran
Ali Torkzadeh & Saeideh Ajilchi
Travel bloggers
On our fifth day of unplanned, mostly aimless escape from Tehran, we woke up on the floor of a village home 30 minutes outside Sari, the capital of the coastal province of Mazandaran.
There are no beds or dining tables in Iranian traditional homes. Everything — sleeping, eating, receiving of guests — happens on Persian rugs covering most of the floors wall to wall. In the evening, the bedding is rolled out on the floor.
In the morning, the bedding is rolled back up and stored in a corner. This automatically takes care of making your own bed.
The kitchen is basic, at best. Sometimes there’s not even a stove inside in favor of something primitive outside to do away with the problem of the cooking fumes.
Health of sleeping on the floor in an Iranian village home
Like most Iranians, both Saeideh and I prefer to sleep on the floor, on the traditional bedroll — similar to Japanese floor futons — rolled out on Persian rugs.
Many Iranians believe sleeping on the floor is healthier because the body receives energy from the earth when it is in direct contact with the ground.
Saeideh isn’t totally convinced about this theory, “but then when I’m totally exhausted and my back hurts, I recover faster when I sleep on the ground.”
Some Iranians, like Saeideh’s grandmother, eschew apartment living because it’s “without spirit” because of the lack of direct contact with the earth.
City dwellers in Iran tend to associate sleeping on the floor with backwardness. Other Iranians, like me, associate sleeping on the floor with humility. I think my belief is from my childhood, 50 years ago, when Iranians were, let’s say, more earthy.
Iranians yearning for
all things Western
Cultural amnesia is exactly the ailment of many modern Iranians, particularly the ones living in Tehran. This yearning for the West is so prominent that there’s even a word for it: “Gharbzadegi”. I know because I had to actually read a book by that title in graduate school.
City slickers shun the old world and the old way of doing things in favor of the Western lifestyles depicted on satellite TV.
Western tourists treated like rock stars by Iranians
They yearn for all things European and American, which is why Western tourists are treated like rock stars on the streets of Iran, leading to the bizarre episodes of Iranians asking to do selfies with total strangers because the strangers happen to be Western tourists walking down the street. It really is a little embarrassing to watch.
Please note: Iranians are also stereotyped in the West as being anti-Western! Nothing could be further from the truth. They hate you? They’d lick you if they could.
At peace in an Iranian traditional home
When I wake on the floor of a village home, I don’t mind the lack of comforts. Something in me is at peace.
Probably has to do with my childhood memories of staying at the traditional homes of my grandparents in Mashhad and Tehran.
Or maybe the peace just comes from the room being devoid of furniture! I deplore being chained to so many things at my own home.
“Things always end up owning you, not the other way around,” Saeideh often reminds me.
Sounds of waking up
in an Iranian village
Rising in an Iranian village home comes with a cacophony of sounds I wrote about on my first day of this escape from Tehran: the predawn morning azaan (call to prayer), the call of the rooster and the bells of goats leading sheep to the pastures.
We had two of three this morning: the rooster and the azaan. Actually, this village is filled with mosques, the source of the azaan. We drove by at least three last night.
It’s 10 am and Saeideh is begging me to stop writing and get going. We have a busy schedule today. First stop is Badab Soort springs.
I step outside. The sun is shining, and the tank and our shoes are waiting outside.
But I leave with a heavy heart because of my love for this home. The interesting trip for me — and I know this would sound insane to family and friends in Tehran who prize the north for its shopping malls and beaches — would be to stay right here for a week and explore just this village and surrounding villages and maybe get lucky and get invited into some homes — although shomalis (northerners) are not famous for their hospitality.
We headed to Sari, where a couple of shockers awaited us.
The full article first appeared on Escape from Tehran.