Annihilation of Non-Existence

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Previously, Hormuz was more pristine. I don’t say this based on my own observations and knowledge over the past few years; it could be asked from each adult man or elder on the island. Here, most people in nature groups or personal circumstances try to hear the songs of fishermen and their stories and proverbs, which are based on the island’s indigenous and oral literature. They try to understand the spirit of rocks, mountains, and valleys and resonate with the pulse of the island. During the day, you can ride three-wheeled motorcycles around the island, visit the “Salt Goddess,” see the “Portuguese Fort,” head to the “Seven-Colored Mountains,” the “Environmental Coast,” “Mofanegh Island,” and places like “a few trees” that can make your day, and marvel at phytoplankton at night. Go see the “Valley of Statues” where its rocks and valleys are shaped like animal faces, pass through narrow valleys, and reach a cliff where you’ll be amazed by its height. This is the famous “Strait of Hormuz,” a point where you can watch ships coming and going, which seem like dots at the end. I think the nature of Hormuz and its mysterious stories take on a different color by seeing the residential part of the island. And it takes on a color of death and end! For me, places find their identity through its people and the remnants of the past; there’s no news of shopping centers or hotels in Hormuz. Modern life is summarized in the form of mobile phones. The fishing situation is not like before, and most island men take tourists around the island with “Rickshaws.” Hormuz wasn’t pristine and lovable. In my view, this is how Hormuz is.