Mohammad Tajeran
From: Iran
Born: July , 15 , 1976
Education: Bachelor of Science in Mechanical Engineering
1990 The beginning of sports activity in cycling for 10 years.
2000 The beginning of mountain climbing for 5 years.
Climbing to some 4000 meter mountains.
Climbing to the top of Mount Damavand with about 5671 meters altitude.
A member of mountain rescue team (Iranian red crescent society)
A member of Pracownia na rzecz Wszystkich Istot
A member of Azadegan Mountain Club.
Active in Tourist Bicycling for 8 years.
Cycle touring guide in Iran .
Active in mount climbing , caving , Tourist cycling and photography.
Email: malan1445@yahoo.com
Personal writings : www.bikaraneha.blogspot.com
A dream to cycle around the world
I’ve had a dream to cycle around the world since I was a child. Throughout my childhood and teenage years, this dream lingered, but my studies at university and work in industry pushed it to the backburner. However, a transformative experience in the mountains while training to climb Mt. Pobeda shocked me back into pursuing my lifelong dream. After a series of vivid dreams at night, I began to rekindle my old dream. After almost a year and a half of preparation, I set off on my journey. During this time, I learned English, gathered information, and trained extensively prepare for my journey around the world.
(Below this page, you can find a more detailed story for those who are interested.)
In December 2006, I embarked on a journey to cycle around the world. My plan was to cycle globally and plant symbolic trees along the way. I also had the idea of establishing an NGO to educate people in different parts of the world, believing that education is the key to saving our planet. Initially, I started planting symbolic trees wherever I passed through, but I soon realized that this wasn’t making the impact I desired. I then began planting trees in schools with kids, which proved more meaningful. A turning point came in Thailand when a young girl suggested I hold workshops in schools and talk to kids. Since then, I’ve conducted 730 workshops in over 300 schools across 60 countries and our NGO is now preparing to start its work.
The way I travel
I believe our hearts can hear the universe’s whispers. As long as we follow our hearts, we’ll be guided to the right place. I usually don’t make plans; instead, I go with the flow,I dont research my path and I don’t take any information with me, no guidebooks, no matter where I’m going. Every new place brings new experiences and discoveries, so I don’t miss out on anything. I don’t plan ahead for the next day; when it comes, I’ll figure it out.
The way I found this path of life
It’s a long story that begins with a transformative experience in the mountains. In the fall of 2004, I was training to climb Mount Khan Tengri and Pobeda with my mountaineering group. During a run to the top, I suddenly felt an overwhelming energy surrounding me. I couldn’t move or continue; my legs felt heavy, and my feet felt stuck to the ground. My trainer, Hussein, was frustrated, but I couldn’t follow the team. I eventually sat down on a boulder, gazing at the vast pasture and the rising moon. I felt a deep connection to something, but I couldn’t understand what it was. I called my mom, telling her that I felt a significant change was coming, but I had no idea what it was or what I needed to do.
This experience marked the beginning of my journey, both inward and outward. Since 1994, I had been on a path of self-discovery, and this moment was a turning point. I had always been known for my luck, and my friends would joke that I didn’t need to study for exams. However, after reading Paulo Coelho’s “The Alchemist,” I realized that I needed to pay attention to my dreams and intuition.
As I looked back on my life, I realized that I had been traveling inside, discovering myself and my purpose. The experience in the mountains was like a birth, a moment when my spirit was emerging into a new life. For the next six months, I felt lost and uncertain, but eventually, I began to understand that I needed to follow my heart and intuition.
I had to find the connection between my feelings and my life’s purpose. I started by examining my dreams and major life areas, including business, family, and mountaineering. A dream about my business had unsettled me, and I realized that I needed to leave it behind. It wasn’t easy, but I knew that I had to trust my intuition and follow my heart.
The decision to leave my business was difficult, but I sought guidance from nature. During a trip to the Caspian Sea, I went to the water’s edge and asked the sun and sea for help. A strong wave hit my chest, and I took it as a sign that I was on the right path. I made the decision to leave my business, which came with a price – a long-standing friendship ended.
With that decision, I embarked on a new journey, one that would take me to new places and experiences. I was no longer following a predetermined plan but instead allowing life to unfold as it should.
It took me a few weeks to leave the company and sell my assets. I had one unfinished project that I needed to complete, and I was looking forward to receiving a few thousand dollars upon its completion. During this time, I discovered my desire to travel by bicycle. I discussed my plans with a friend, and soon we assembled a team of five. However, I had no experience with long-distance cycling, and I didn’t know what to expect from traveling with others.
As the team planner, we had several meetings to discuss our goals for the journey. I wanted to do more than just travel, but my friends were primarily interested in the adventure aspect. The idea of planting trees and the slogan “We Need Trees” emerged, and I let it grow into a concept. We began preparing for our journey, starting with finding sponsors. Unfortunately, I was the only one actively seeking sponsorship, and despite my efforts, we couldn’t secure any funding.
We set up a website and started working on it, and I also began training on my bicycle (I had been a cyclist for 10 years). As we planned to start in May 2005, I had set a personal standard that I wanted to reach before embarking on the journey. However, my friends were impatient, and I had to postpone our departure. In July, one team member decided to leave and embark on a solo journey to Turkey and Syria, another went cycling in Europe, and another started a business. Eventually, only two of us remained, but still, no sponsor.
At this point, I knew what I wanted to do and could follow my intuition. The journey had begun, and I was at the starting point of a challenging path. I had an old shoulder problem from my climbing days, which had been manageable but was now worsening.
I should mention an old friendship that played a significant role in my life. My friend, who was 17 years older than me, was kind and knowledgeable but also tough in some ways. However, as I discovered my own path, I realized it diverged from his, and I had to distance myself from the friendship. Unfortunately, this led to a misunderstanding, and one day, he physically attacked me, which resulted in my hospitalization for shoulder surgery.
After the surgery, I was told that I wouldn’t be able to travel for several months, and my shoulder movements would be limited. I had to make a quick decision and undergo the operation. The recovery was difficult, and I had to start physiotherapy a month later. However, when my project was completed, the owner refused to pay me, citing negative comments from my former partner. I was left with less than a dollar, and I had to stop physiotherapy due to financial constraints.
I started going to the gym, where I could train for free, and I also began learning English with a private teacher. Despite my efforts, my girlfriend became frustrated with my lack of progress and eventually ended our relationship. I was in a tough spot, with no money, health issues, and no clear future. My friends thought my idea of cycling around the world was foolish.
I remember nights when I had to wait for a bus in freezing weather, and I couldn’t even afford the fare. I had to walk home, sometimes reaching 1:30 am. I would look at the street, hoping to find a lost bus ticket or some money. Eight months after the operation, my shoulder started to improve, and I could lift weights again.
One night, while running with friends, I fell and broke my arm again. I was in pain but couldn’t afford medical treatment. I waited for two days for my brother to lend me money for the hospital. The experience was humiliating, and I felt like I was failing.
Regardless, I didn’t give up. I continued to train and look for sponsors, despite the setbacks. A year earlier, I had met a Swiss couple who stayed with my family, and I remembered their kindness. Now, with no money and a broken arm, I had a dream that gave me confidence. In the dream, I freed red fish from a cabinet and took them to the sea.
On my way back, someone gave me money, saying, “Do your job, and I’ll pay you.”
This dream was a sign for me that I wouldn’t have a problem with money; I just needed to start. One day, I felt the urge to begin my journey, and I called my last friend to join me. However, he declined due to lack of funds, and I was left to start alone. I knew I had to find the right moment, and I was determined to continue.
Throughout that year, I struggled to stay motivated, but I had internal determination and occasional signs of hope. I knew that some of these signs were just imagination, but they helped me keep going. The journey was far from over, but I was ready to take the next step.
The poem discusses the passage of time and moments, emphasizing the importance of movement and patience. Tonight, I feel lost and alone, unsure where to begin. I see myself in a desolate desert, where every direction looks the same, and hope seems distant. I’ve searched for a way out, but everything appears as a mirage. I’m exhausted, and I don’t know what’s driving me forward or keeping me hopeful.
There are spectators behind me, urging me to return, promising comfort and security. I glance back and see a world with greenery, water, and trees, but it’s a world with a limited sky, where stars are within reach. In contrast, my desert has a vast sky, full of color and light, with God above. I hear a whisper in my ear, “Return, Mohammad, don’t lose your life’s chances.” But I trust in God and know I’ll be okay.
One night, when I was feeling down, I had a dream that lifted my spirits. The next morning, I opened a book, “Divan Hafez,” and flipped to a page with a poem that resonated with me. I felt a sense of peace, calmness, and enthusiasm, knowing something was about to change. I felt my soul was free and ready to embark on my journey.
That morning, I received an email from Margaret Ferroni, who had read my blog and seen my pictures. She offered support, but also expressed concern about my mother’s feelings and my shoulder. I asked my mother about her thoughts, and she replied, “You’re going to do it, and what’s important is to be a good human being, follow God’s guidance, and take care of yourself.”
With renewed hope, I shared my mother’s response with Margaret, and a week later, I received $500. I knew I needed more money to leave Iran, but this was a start. I began preparing for my journey, and my friends started to help. We organized an exhibition of my photos, and I sold some pieces, collecting another $500.
As I prepared to leave, I met two Swedish cyclists who offered valuable advice and support. One of them even sent me a tent from Sweden. I felt the universe was coming together to support me. My friends gathered to help me financially, and I specified a start date of December 2nd.
However, I faced a challenge: carrying money. Due to UN sanctions, I couldn’t use a Master or Visa card. I needed $2000 to deposit in a Cypriot bank to get a MasterCard. As the start date approached, my mother grew more anxious, but I felt free and ready.
In the days leading up to my departure, things fell into place. Friends helped me with gear, and I received a wonderful stove from a friend. Two days before leaving, friends contributed the remaining amount I needed for the bank deposit.
On the last night, I felt peaceful and joyful. The next day, December 2nd, I bid farewell to my friends and family, and set off on my journey. The president of the Physical Education Department in Khorasan province organized a gathering to bid me farewell, and over 150 friends attended.
After a tearful goodbye, I jumped on my bike and left the crowd behind. I took a bus to Birjand and then another to Zahedan, accompanied by my cousin. As I approached the Pakistan border, I felt a sense of solitude. After a short stop in Zahedan, I took a taxi to the border and cleared customs. I was finally out of Iran, on the road, feeling no fear or sorrow. I was ready to start my journey.
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