Little Kourosh, amidst the joy and celebration of his fourth birthday party, had planned a momentous and fateful moment for himself. While children his age were engrossed in games and colorful gifts, their laughter echoing in the palace courtyard, he followed his father, Cambyses, and his mother, Mandane, with his piercing gaze. The celebration was held in the vast courtyard of the royal palace of Anshan, with the pleasant sound of music, the dance of flames in the torches, and the delightful aroma of Persian foods, from grilled meat to fresh bread and fragrant sherbets. Amidst all this excitement and joy, Kourosh's mind was focused on a great goal; he intended to take an important and fundamental step on the path of his knowledge revolution, and for this, he needed a special and secret workshop to turn his dreams into reality.
After the main ceremony had ended and at a moment when Cambyses and Mandane were standing peacefully in a corner watching the guests and enjoying their son's happiness, Kourosh approached them with his small steps but with a firm resolve. Although he was still just a child, having only seen four springs, his gaze and presence had such an impact that even the elders paid attention to him and took his words seriously. Kourosh, in a calm and intelligent voice that was beyond his years, said to his father, "Father, for my birthday, I have a wish that no horse or sword can fulfill. A wish that, if granted, will transform the future of Persia. For my experiments, I need a place; a workshop."
Cambyses, hearing this unexpected and strange request from his four-year-old son, who had previously shown him initial samples of paper and had amazed him with his extraordinary intelligence, furrowed his brow. He was no longer surprised by the existence of paper itself, but the request for a workshop indicated a larger scale of activities and ambitions that were unimaginable for a child. In a curious and slightly doubtful tone, he asked, "A workshop? My son, you are only four years old! What do you need a workshop for? Is this just another one of your games?"
Kourosh, with shining eyes full of enthusiasm, as if a flame of wisdom burned within them, replied, "Father, I want to create things that can change the future of Persia. Something similar to the paper I showed you, but on a larger scale and with better quality. I have experiments that require a safe and special place so that I can continue my work in solitude and away from prying eyes." Pointing to a direction outside the palace, in the secluded and remote gardens around Anshan that were hidden from public view, he added, "A small space, with access to plenty of water and away from prying eyes, is sufficient for my experiments. A place where I can plant the seeds of knowledge and nurture them."
Mandane, who had been silently witnessing this important and fateful conversation, immediately and with all her being, rose in support of her son. Having previously touched and seen the quality of Kourosh's initial papers and witnessed his unusual intelligence, her deep belief in his Divine Glory was further strengthened. She turned to Cambyses and said, "My king, this son is a gift from Ahura Mazda. His intelligence is beyond our comprehension, and you have seen samples of his work yourself. If he makes such a request, there must be a great and fateful wisdom hidden in it. Let this unparalleled talent flourish; perhaps what he says will truly benefit Persia and make our name eternal." Mandane's voice, full of belief and hope, overcame Cambyses's doubt and made him reflect.
Cambyses saw in his son's gaze the determination, wisdom, and vision of a ruler hidden in a small body. After a brief pause, but with a certainty that stemmed from Mandane's firm faith and Kourosh's astonishing intelligence, he finally consented. He placed his hand on Kourosh's head and, with a smile that displayed the warmth of a father's love and a hidden pride surging within him, said, "So be it, my son. Your wish shall be granted. Soon, a workshop will be prepared for your experiments. But remember, what you do there must remain hidden from sight until the right time, and it must be only for the glory of Persia and the honor of this land."
This agreement filled Kourosh's heart with excitement and enthusiasm; an excitement that rose from the depths of his soul and propelled him toward a great future. He knew that this workshop was not just a place for childish experiments, but the first tangible and vital step in building his thousand-year civilization. From this day on, the plans and designs that he had processed in his mind for years, with their details carefully arranged, were ready to be implemented; plans that were destined to change the ancient world forever and to spread a light of knowledge in the darkness.
This workshop was to be the cradle of a silent revolution; a revolution that, with the production of paper and writing tools, would bring literacy to all classes of society and free knowledge from the monopoly of a few. Kourosh knew that this was the beginning of a long and challenging path, but with the support of his parents and faith in his ideals, no obstacle could stop him from achieving his great goal. With every breath, he prepared himself to lead this revolution; a revolution that would immortalize his name in history and bring Iran to the pinnacle of glory.