ṭā'ūn-i surkh: Persiska (Farsi) 1401

His youth has forever aroused our endless regret. Death at the age of forty is early, very early, for a writer who wrote non-stop, always writing from his own moments and whatever he saw. We like to tell him: "You didn't do a good job, Mr. Jack London." He left and the regret of his departure was on one side and the tears of our childhood to adulthood from the tearful destinies of his heroes were on the other side. The deep sadness arising from the fate of Buck and Speddandan, and the desperate and insane personification of Martin Eden, etc., are all arising from the righteous anger, thoughtful and full of passion and emotions of this American socialist. Anger that wants to warn us that: "O people! You are living badly." In the meantime, his ever-contemporary landscape in one of his most brilliant stories has gone to a century later than himself; The book "Red Plague"; A dystopian story that narrates the inevitable destruction of the world in the eighth decade of the twenty-first century. At a time when no one can remember before the great pandemonium. The protagonist of the story is a man who wants to stand up against oblivion and explain to his children that the world was not always like this, but he knows that destruction is a human issue based on the behavior of mankind! The Red Plague is the story of the despair and boredom of a human being who has lived long enough to see the limits of destruction and finally come to the knowledge that there has never been any happy past with the existence of this utilitarian capitalist human being.