2011/07/11 - 12:45
For Those Having a Heavenly Father at the Time of Birth:
Dear Rostam Ali, You Became a Father Today
Navideshahed: Dear Rostam Ali, today you have become a father, oh you don’t know how beautiful he is, your dad Abul Ghasem has named our child “Mehdi”: so we said: you are the father of Rostam Ali, you are allowed to do it. That is why he named our child “Mehdi”. I swear God that he has gone after you.
It is summer. Haft Tapeh meaning seven hills are the location of the Army 25 of Karbala. Imam Hussein battalion has stationed here inside the tents among the hills. Each battalion has been stationed inside a special indentation. We spend our leisure time by ethics classes, exercises, football, wrestling, watching Iraqi air crafts, since we have defeated them during the military operations “Valfajr 8 and Fav” they come here and they bombard the war zone and then they leave here.
The anti-aircraft guns shoot toward the enemy with their noises “Tagh, Tagh, Tagh”. But the aircrafts disappear so quickly. But many of the fighters are wounded or martyred after this attack. The location of the Army 25 of Karbala is so unsafe.
There is no rifle pit or shelter here…
This location was too much different with Dokuheh headquarters. This location belonged to the fighters who were from the capital city of Iran, but that was a safe place against the enemy’s attacks.
The fighters made a joke in this field and they narrated: “Some day Mr. Mohsen Rezayee and Mr. Rafsanjani are moving in the sky with a helicopter, suddenly the see the fighters of the Army 25 of Karbala. Rafsanjani wonders and he asks: “Brother Mohsen! What are these tribes doing inside the war zone?!
Then Mohsen Rezayee smiles and he says, these are the fighters of the Army 25 of Karbala.”
Fav war zone had been recently freed. Our battalion was going to be replaced instead of the battalion of Hamzeh Seyed Al-Shohada who were returning to Haft Tapeh and to stay in defensive position.
The battalions of Muslem Ebn Aghil and Imam Mohammad Bagher have recently returned to the war zones and they are doing liquidation to return to their homes.
The battalion of Hamzeh Seyed Al-Shohada are also waiting that the fighters of Imam Hussein battalion to take the line and stay in the frontiers and they wanted to return to their homes too. It is midnight here. We arrive to an earthwork. The fighters of the Army Hamzeh Seyed Al-Shohada leave their rifle pits, so we station there instead of them. The battalion of Hamzeh collect their belongings and weaponries and they go toward Haft Tapeh headquarters. In front of us there are Iraqis. The Iraqis have ambushed in several places. The fighters of Imam Hussein battalion have sheltered in the rifle pits and behind the earthworks. I’m a server of wireless system. We go to a canal located there along with one of my comrades. About 200 meters forwarder from the first line, almost the place located near Salt Factory, we must ambush the enemy and to report the movements of the enemy.
There was a canal between the distances of the first line to the ambushing place. This canal was full of stinking dead bodies of enemy. It was June and the weather was so warm and sultry. The mosquitos from one side, the bad smell of dead bodies from the other side would make the situation so horrible and awful for us. We had wrapped a muffler around our mouths to be safe from the bad smell of the dead bodies.
The ambushing place was vertical to the first line, from far a way someone with a lantern leads us toward the ambushing place. Three of the fighters of Hamzeh battalion are in the ambush. After seeing them we greet them and we talk with each other for a few minutes. We say: we have come here that you go. It was the time of Morning Prayer. We worshipped God in the morning. The two fighters of Hamzeh battalion left that place. But one of the fighters of Hamzeh battalion with a shaved head does not wish to leave the ambushing place. A few minutes passes. The lantern was blown out and then he explains the situation of the ambush and the atmosphere of ambush.
- The Iraqis have done the same, they have an ambush with the their first line. The distance of two ambushes have a distance less than 100 meters.
I say: So now why don’t you return to the main headquarters. I don’t think any of the fighters of Hamzeh battalion have been left here. Don’t you wish to visit your family?
He touched his own shaved head and he said: The battalion of Hamzeh Seyed Al-Shohada that would be commanded by martyr Sadegh Maktabi.
Sadegh Maktabi was my commander. I took part in the military operation “Valfajr 8” under that situation. I was not nor martyred nor wounded. After a few days passing from the military operation, Sadeghi Maktabi was martyred when he was washing his hands and face to pray God. I’m thinking what does it mean? Now when I get a reasonable answer for my question I will return. Don’t worry about this issue. I put my hand on the shoulder of Rostam Ali and I laugh and I say: Ok, so we will be three persons and then Rostam Ali laughs and living starts in a distance of a few meters with the enemy. The Iraqis drop rockets continuously. They fire the mortar 60 mm. The missiles and rockets are dropped on that place one after another.
We draw some maps for our activities. Since I was a server of wireless system, I had a Kalashnikov.
Rostam Ali had a Kalashnikov too and he had s tape of Ya Zahra on his head or around his neck.
The strip which is wrapped around neck is s sign of sympathy and it is the climax of passion…
The enemy was exactly in front of us and it was using different equipped weapons against us. They would use heavy guns, R.P.G… on the other hand, the stinking smell of the dead bodies of enemy had made the situation so difficult for us. Since the weather was so warm, this situation had become so awful for us. Many flies had covered the dead bodies. At the time of eating foods, these flies were moving around us and eating foods was really difficult for us. I was feeling nausea. A few days had passed from that situation; Rostam Ali was opening a can for our launch. I put the first morsel of foods in my mouth and I was chewing it. I wanted to put the second morsel in my mouth, suddenly a big fly jumped inside my throat. I was being suffocated. The fly had been pasted into my throat. Rostam Ali put some of the foods inside my mouth and he asked me to swallow it. I swallowed the gadfly along with the morsel together. I was vomiting, but Rostam Ali was laughing so much. I contacted with the commander and I told him that I have swallowed a gadfly.
The commander laughed so much and then he made some jokes of me. I had a bad health condition for a few days. We were in the ambush for the whole days and nights. When the guns would be raised, the sound of heavy guns could be heard. Their guns were equipped with special cameras.
In the evening of the 8th day, suddenly a rocket hit our rifle pit a few centimeters away from our rifle pit. Our rifle pit shook so strongly. The rocket went inside the bag. I shouted Rostam Ali there is a rocket, I lied down on the ground, for a few minutes my whole body had become numb. I could not imagine the time. I was only expecting for an explosion. I was counting one, two, three, four and five. My heart was beating. I was waiting for an explosion and death. A few minutes passed, but the rocket did not explode.
I slowly raised my head, some smokes had covered the canal. I was frightened so much and my body was shaking. I was saying myself, damn! Why don’t you explode and finish everything?
I feared from the explosion of the rocket, suddenly touched my shoulder and he said: What is wrong? Stand up. I leaned to the rifle pit and I was watching the rocket shockingly.
Rostam Ali was laughing at me.
I said: I don’t fear because I’m going to be killed. I just don’t know when the explosion takes place that is why I’m worried about this issue. This issue causes the body to tremble.
I thought for a few minutes and I said myself: What happened really? I was frightened. I was feared? So what these issues means, then I told myself “You ruined everything man, no no no”. It was not due to fear from death or martyrdom. This damn rocket had surprised me so badly.
Rostam Ali said: Don’t worry. If your destiny be this, wherever you be it will happen. Then he looked at the sky and he bent over and he moved his head.
He said: Let me see how is the situation, when God will call us…
I was sitting there. In fact I had been so surprised. Then I touched my Iron helmet. I wind it, I was staring at my wireless system. I picked the reliever of the wireless system to announce this news to the commander. I told him that the rocket has hit the ambush, but it has not been exploded yet.
Rostam Ali was bending over, suddenly his iron helmet fall on the ground and it made a sound. It slid toward the rocket that had not acted. I put down the receiver, I jumped toward the iron helmet to prevent it not to hit the rocket. I lied down on the ground.
Suddenly a strange sound covered the area.
It was the sound of Siminuf bullet.
I raised my head.
Rostam Ali had stood up. His body was fully in blood. The Siminuf bullet had hit between his two eyebrows. His forehead had been ripped; the sound of Ya Zahrah was the final words that Rostam Ali expressed before his martyrdom. His brain was splashed on my body. He lied down on his back on the bags of the ambush.
He had a strange health condition; he was being martyred so innocently.
The strip of Ya Zahrah was around his neck now. I looked at him so shockingly. His forehead strip had been exposed to bloods. I looked at his body; I looked at the small brain pieces that had been splashed on my uniform and the bags.
Rostam Ali was shaking slowly. My heart was beating so fast. I started crying in tears. Still ten seconds had not passed that a strange sound took me toward my backpack. I picked my camera. Rostam Ali was breathing yet. One of the comrades was staring at him, he was shocked too. I took a live photo from Rostam Ali. He was alive. His heart was beating. I could hear the whispering of his heart. I took the photo. His mouth was still open, but he was not breathing anymore. It seemed that he had fallen asleep forever. He was martyred so simply. I was with him all of those days that passed so quickly. The memory relevant to those days would be imagined in my mind the same as a serial.
He had a strange behavior. His treatment, kindness and religious characteristics were so great. Despite of all of these things, he was so excited to fight against the enemy.
I put a blanket on his body. I went toward the wireless system. I picked the receiver of the wireless system. I was chocked in tears. I said: Hamzeh Hamzeh Abbas. I was crying in tears…
Suddenly I heard a sound from the canal. Someone was saying: Rostam Ali, Rostam Ali, you have a letter.
I throw the receiver. I was so shocked in the canal. One of the fighters from Babol city was repeating this sentence and he was coming towards us. A few meters away from us, he stopped and he said: Rostam Ali! He has a letter. I was shaking and I fell down on the ground. I leaned to the rifle pit. My hands were shaking. It seemed that the comrade now noticed that fresh bloods that had been splashed on our uniforms. He put away the blanket. He started to cry in tears too. I asked him to give the letter to me. He starts crying and he stars running towards the first line so quickly. After a few minutes the commander and other fighters arrive there. The commander opens the letter. The letter had been written to him by his spouse.
She had written: Dear Rostam Ali, today you have become a father, aw you don’t know how beautiful he is, our dad Abul Ghasem has named our child “Mehdi”: so we said: you are the father of Rostam Ali, you are allowed to do it. So he named our child “Mehdi”. I swear God that he has gone after you. He is the same as you. He is brown and so nice, when will you come? You should come. I have heard that there is a military operation. Radio said: You have captured the Fav war zone, what is this Fav? What does this Fav have that you don’t wish to give it up? The television showed it, I looked it for several times. I think all of you fighters are the same appearance. Mehdi cries and he wants to see his dad, so I swear to the life of Mehdi, I ask you to come here. I have missed you so much. You can come here for a few days and then if you wanted you can return to the battlefields again. The war won’t escape. Now that you have become a father, you should come here. A few days ago some persons had come to the house to see you from Constructional Jihad Organization. They had notices with themselves. I started laughing, they wanted to expel you. Didn’t you inform them that you are in the war, you mom kisses Mehdi continuously. So here, all of us convey our greeting to you. So I’m waiting for you, please come here soon.
Narrator: Gholam Alli Nasaee