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My name is Hassan,and I want to tell my memoir before and after addiction. I hope this would be a pattern for people who are not addicted yet or people who are stuck in addiction and don’t know how to cure it.

Dear friends I grew up in a religious and Muslim family. I was religious myself and I was a fan of wrestling. I became a member of a gym in Tehran when I was 14 years old. I had participated in various competitions and I had some success as well. I was introduced to opium when I was 24 years old.
 

One of my relatives came to my home in order to use opium and I had a major pain in my ligament and my knee so I smoked a bit. It was pleasant and it relieved my pain so I could continue my exercises. My opium usage was seldom at first (once a month) but after a short period it became every day.
 

I was addicted without knowing it, I quit wrestling and for almost 15 years I lived in a void. I tried every method to get rid of addiction, hospitalization, cold-turkey, and even methadone treatment but no improvement.

One day I was passing south Sohrevardy Street and I saw Congress60, I entered with disappointment, they explained their method, which sounded logical, so I started my treatment and I was called a traveler, after tapering my medicine (opium tincture) for almost 13 months I was revived from addiction illness.
 

I am playing volleyball nowadays and sometimes I swim. At the end of this essay I would like to thank Congress60’s big family and I hope I could reach the guide position in Congress60.
 

Written by: Hassan
Translated by: Ehsan

مشارکت های مکتوب . . .

Addiction story

When I was drowned in addiction I never thought that someday I will write about it, someday that I have successfully passed through it, here goes my story since the first day I used narcotics until I revived from addiction.

I always loved muscle arts, and hated cigarette and even the people who smokes it, I remember when I went to university in order to continue my education in another city, and it was the beginning of addiction for me, although I did not know how addiction begins.
 

First time I smoked joint it made me feel happy and I was doing everything with a joy, it was a great feeling, watching movies and listening to music became my hobby. After some time my friends suggested to take Teramadol pills in order to study more sufficiently, the result was amazing, my scores went high, I could learn in a better way, and I could do load of studying in a short period.

When I came back to Tehran I was addicted to these pills, there I felt addiction for the first time, I couldn’t sleep, or do my things, I couldn’t even speak properly. So I waited and I waited for about 3 months but these symptoms didn’t go away, so I started taking pills again.

After a while one of my friends introduced crack to me, it is better than pills with a better feeling, he said.
 

For lack of my knowledge I started taking crack, and after a while I was using crack and pills.
 

I don’t remember when I started using meth but I remember it became serious when I went abroad in order to continue my education (Malaysia).
There was no crack in Malaysia but they had Heroin and Meth, so I combined these two and started taking both together, after a while symptoms appeared, it was messy.

I was in middle of darkness without even knowing it, I was losing my authority over my body, I couldn’t sleep without drugs says so, I couldn’t attend my classes without drugs says so, I couldn’t do anything without drugs says so.
 

I came back to Iran with a heavy usage of narcotics (5 grams of heroin and 1 gram of crystal meth), I was helpless, eventually I became disappointed of living and I was waiting to die, what is the point of living when I can’t even speak, I said.
 

Days passed pointless, I felt like dying, and then in middle of darkness I saw a sparkle of light, Congress 60.
 

They explained their method (DST), sounded logical to me, I started my journey and I was called a traveler, it was amazing nobody was calling me addicted, even my family was using this term, I felt alive once a more.
 

My treatment took about 13 months, but at last I was out of addiction’s darkness and I was walking in the righteous path. Today sometimes I even forget that I was addicted once, and believe it or not a life without narcotics is possible and full of joy.
 

Written by traveler :Ehsan Ranjbar

دنیای مواد مخدر . . .

writing of a young girl who died using crystal meth

What disasters I bring, you must see for yourself.

If you need me notice this, you may find me easily, I live around you, in the school, in the city….

I live with the rich, with the poor.

 

I live in your alley, maybe the next door.

They make me in laboratory but not the way you imagine, I can be made in the kitchen or in a tub.

Do you fear death, notice that it will happen.

I have different names, but you know one of them for sure, I am sure that you have heard something about me.

My name is crystal meth.

 

My power is frightening, use me and you will see, but if you use me I don’t think you would be able to escape me.

 

Try me once, you may escape, but if you use me twice, I will capture your soul.

 

When I synthesis with you, you will become a thief and a liar, you will do what you need to do to become high.

 

The crimes you will make are the consequences of the joy you experienced with me.

 

You will lie to your mother; you will steal from your father.

 

You will feel sad for seeing their tears, forget your morality, and forget how you have been raised,

 

 I will become your conscience, and I will teach you my ways.

I take children from their parents; I take parents from their children, I separate friends from each other, I separate mankind from God, I will take everything from you, I will take your pride.

 

I will always be with you, step by step, you will surrender everything to me, your family, your house, your fortune, your real friends, and then you will be alone.

I will take from you until you won’t have anything else to lose, and when I am finished with you, you would be lucky to still be alive.

 

This is no game, if you give me shot I will drive you crazy, I will conquer your body, I will control your mind, I will own you completely.

 

When you lay down in your bed,

 

I will give you nightmares and you will hear voices in your head, you will sweat and you will shake,

 

And the illusions you will see, I want you to know that I will give you these gifts, but it will be too late and deep inside, you know that you are mine, and we can’t be apart, you will regret using me (everybody says so), but remember you came for me I didn’t come for you!!!.

You knew this would happen, you said so many times.

 

You declared war against me, you wanted to be insolent.

You could say no to me and walk away.

 

If you could return to those days what would you say? My power is frightening, I told you.

 

As I told you before I can take your life away and make it gloomy and painful, I will be the master and you will be my slave.

What will you do now if you see me some day, will you use me or not? That depends on you.

 

I can show you misery in the way it can’t be said in words.

 

Come take my hand and let me lead you to the hell itself.

 

Above essay is the writhing of a young girl who died using crystal meth.

 

Translated by: Ehsan Ranjbar