It is summer and the heat of the air is overwhelming, according to the IMNA News Agency. It was also those days when the heat was raised from the asphalt and the air smelled, but the heat was just a background for the shot that flames in my heart. I was supposed to meet with a lady whose name was tied to the car world like the sound of the roar of the motor, exciting and powerful. A woman who had steered life like a car command. He was not just a driving coach. She was the champion of the track, a patient teacher, and most importantly, a mother who was breathing in love in the heart of the speed and smoke.
I was very eager to meet a successful lady; The one who has shone both in his career and in the role of a mother. I got his number after a few short beeps. After greeting and exchanging a few general questions, we were arranged at 9am the next day, at the same time as the second student of that day.
When I asked the address of the driver’s school, I was surprised to find it where I had learned driving five years ago. In the morning, I went to the school with a lot of excitement to finally see Faizeh Jafari coach and car champion.
That day, I wasn’t just supposed to see one driving class. I was supposed to join someone who has counted the paths of life, crossed the sharp screws, and now with a smile, it takes others to the roads of success. And I? I was going to meet with a mind full of question and admiration and full of passion.
In front of Imamzadeh Shah Zayd, I saw the board of the “Mushtaq” school and the memories of the past came to my mind. I was immersed in memories that Boof Return me to the moment. Ms. Jafari was with her first student. Manual Shake He said, ‘Go up, the school manager is waiting, I am for a few minutes Another I’m coming.
I climbed the stairs, talked to the secretary and entered the management office. The school’s manager was Ms. Rasouli; An entrepreneurial woman. After welcoming, the school came to the establishment of the school. Ms. Rasouli said: “In the early 1980s, I set up a school based on living conditions. We had no income for the first five years and it was just installment and debt, but now thank God, my two sons are working here and here’s a source of income for us and more than 5 coaches and staff. I am proud to be able to come to my life twenty years ago and see a lot of successful girls and women grow.
At this moment, the door opened and Ms. Jafari entered. Ms. Rasouli said with a smile: “She’s our best coach. The students queue up for the class and wait for the time to find it empty. Ms. Jafari has the highest acceptance statistics and is the only coach who has reached the highest coaching in both the automotive track and in urban driving is a first -degree coach. It is honored to be in our school.
With a smile of pride and peace, he added: Ms. Ja’fari’s full mastery on driving on the track has led the three -way students to learn skills such as sharpness, speed of action and quick decision -making power; Things in the future will drive stress without a proper reaction.
I asked with a taste: Are you really the only woman who is both a track coach and a school?
“Yes,” he said with a modest smile. My interest in driving and professional education for women made me enter this path. Now let’s get up, in five minutes, my next student class will start.
We left Ms. Rasouli’s office. The student happily said hello and said, “Let’s go to Miss Jafari!”
After saying goodbye, we went down the stairs to get on the car and start a training session. As we sat down, Ms. Jafari said: “This car is my son, my son’s track. I teach my daughter to other girls, with my son, I experience the excitement of the track.
The class began with the adjustment of the mirrors and the car start. Ms. Ja’fari began to explain with peace and confidence, and the student was carefully fulfilling the desires. During the training I asked: What happened to driving at all?
“I loved car and driving since childhood,” he said with a smile. I always looked carefully at my father’s movements or anyone behind the wheel. Without knowing what driving, I realized there was a communication between pedals and gear. I was gradually asking my father and grandfather and my information increased. Later, I sat behind my father and learned.
He continued: “When I became a driver, I saw many people driving right, especially ladies. Low information on the car and driving made me hurt. I decided to become a coach to driver the ladies. Of course, they always told me driving in your blood!
We were talking to the student, “Park and get around.”
And the training continued…
After class, we were scheduled to go to the car track at 9pm; A place where he saw it as an excitement and speed. At 9am, I was waiting for my phone to call. He said, “I’m at my intersection, let’s go.”
This time, according to him, he had come with his son and the car’s car! “Welcome!” I am going to have a few training first, then put together an excitement to go up the adrenaline.
On the way and the conversation was formed, not of the sound of the engine and the speed, but of the heart. “Being a mother is sweet … it’s hard, but all the effort is around the same role,” said Ms. Ja’fari while driving. Mother.
Her voice was like calming music on the back of the road. He continued: When I got married, I came from Mashhad in Isfahan. An unfamiliar, unfamiliar, family -friendly city, but I had a goal. I loved education, I tried and accepted a master’s degree.
He paused, as if he had a picture of his mind. Maybe the classes, maybe the smell of books. Then, with a full look, he said, “I was a second semester when I was pregnant.” I had to take a vacation. The baby who was born was none. I didn’t satisfy me alone. I preferred to be a mother first and then study.
And I was listening to the woman who had formed the path of life with her choices. The road was stretched under our feet, but his words were deeper than any bolt. It was as if every word was an image of a mother who is not in the shadow, but it is rapidly standing and standing at the peak of light.
As I approached the track, I asked, “What happened to the urban driving to the track and speed?”
His eyes shot, adjusted the mirror, and said with the enthusiasm of his voice: “I always saw professional driving clips and I wanted to have this skill too. One day I saw a movie from a friend, I asked where? He said the car race and gave me some explanations. He was supposed to take me to see and experience it. Eventually he took me to see closely. After coming to the track and experiencing the excitement, I was no longer in love with the same day. The excitement of excitement made my goal higher than recreation and excitement. I practiced every day until I reached the championship and coaching.
We arrived at the track about five o’clock in the afternoon, the sun was trying to cook at the end of the sky, and its golden light was spreading asphalt like relaxation. The track was the most lively part to search for excitement, where the breaths were faster, the heartbeat taller, and the sounds were more exciting. I stood in a corner, beside the fences, until Ms. Ja’fari started teaching drag and drifts, and, just like the cars that had their command, began training and taught each one of the cars and drivers carefully.
The roar of cars, tires crossing the ground, and cars that were electric between smoke and dust had created a scene that was not like the film but was real and engraved in my heart. I looked at Ms. Jafari and thought of women who had broken difficult paths with a will such as steel. Women who love their dreams, stand in a hard world and have the track home.
The training was over, with a warm smile and sound: Come on to get away. I ran into the car. I opened the door, sat down, but he said in a serious and sweet tone, “No, first helmet.”
A few moments later, the car was removed with a heartbreaking roar. Everything disappeared in the eyes. It was only me, the sound of my engine and heart as if you were hitting my ear. Adrenaline was boiling in my veins, and every rotation was like a signature of courage that was hit by his hands.
When the car stopped, Ms. Ja’fari said with an intimate laugh: “It is clear from your face that you liked.
I said with great excitement and smile: Great … great.
“This feeling made me more interested,” she said, not just like a professional driver, but like a mother who has balanced duty and love. It’s a pity I should take my son’s checker, otherwise I would get more adrenaline in your blood. Of course, if you like, you can come to the track and teach you.
And at that moment I realized that some women do not just follow the path, but they shape the future with their will.
The sunset, like the final curtain on a exciting scene, slowly splashed its orange color. We said goodbye to the last glance at the race track and moved to the racing car repair shop. Where the car battle scars with the track road was polished.
The repair space was full of energy. The sound of the tool, the smell of hot tires, and the focused faces in the light of cold neon. The upgraded cars were queuing one after the other, as if they were ready to get up again on the other day and fight the speed and road. I had arrived in such a place for the first time, a place like a temple for speed and car lovers.
When the car is on the dino, my heart was as high as the engine is testing. Watching the power and horsepower curves on monitors was like watching the live performance of engineering art. With every sound of sound, my soul was flying by car.
One hour the whole car was on the dino, and during this time, Ms. Jafari was standing as a lovely mother. His gaze was a combination of the precision of a hero and a mother’s seal. He talked about pieces of obsession and interest, knowing every bolt in a way as if he had remembered them. His presence in that masculine atmosphere was not only amazing but also proud. A symbol of power, knowledge, and gentleness in the heart of steel and speed.
On the way back, the lights of the city slowly disappeared in the mirror of the car; The weather still smelled of hot tires and the excitement of the race. The sound of the road under the wheels was like a background music for a conversation that was more like cordial confessions. Talks about adrenaline, a dream, and a woman who had proudly and boldly named the mother.
Ms. Ja’fari said of a path that she was familiar with her hardships since the dream was just a distant light, but she has passed through the storms and is now on the path of interest. In his eyes, not only the flame of the car and the speed, but the integrity of a fighter.
Suddenly, the roar of the car’s roar shot. Like a scene of an action film, an incredible speed car overcame and passed by us. It was a moment of silence and surprise, and then the quiet but decisive voice of Ms. Jafari: I am a coach, a loved one, but the street is not the place. Every word has a place, and every spatial point, every excitement of its place. The street and the highway are not the place.
The road is where people are waiting …
“The one who was rejected was just looking for excitement,” he continued. But I know this road is where people are waiting. Looking forward to the return of someone who loves. If we can’t control the excitement, it is better to put it on the asphalt of the track, not to the city’s asphalt and danger.
His voice was like a brake on the unnecessary passion. His voice was engraved in my mind. In an at
That moment was more than a driving lesson. With the same relaxing tone, she taught me that being a professional means having a greater heart than excitement, and a mother means making a delicate balance between dream and responsibility. For him the track was a place to release power; And home, a place to embrace the world.
Ms. Ja’fari was not just a successful woman, but a mother who blended her love for cars with her mother responsibility. His words were a combination of adrenaline competition and fascination that only mothers know. He said he had followed his interest, but never forgotten that his eyes were waiting. For him, the race was not just speed, but it was a maturity to learn the balance between excitement and responsibility.
That hot summer day was not just a driving experience. It was a journey for a woman’s will, courage and love. A woman who not only commanded the car, but also the command of her life, and to her goals.
For me, Faezeh Ja’fari was a symbol of a woman who lives between tire smoke and the sound of the engine. Someone who kills on the track, but at home. Someone who does not stop the hardships, but changes the gear and continues to accelerate.
In a world where many people still think of speed and power is not the place of women, she has proved that being a woman is neither hindrance nor restrictions, but a motor for success.
And again me? With an adrenaline full of motivation, and a new look at women’s abilities, I returned from that day. I came back with the belief that the heroes are not always on the platform or in the sports space, sometimes at home, with a warm embrace, a determined look, and an endless love to life…
Report from: Fatemeh Shahsavari, IMNA Sport Reporter
