News ID: 385743
Publish Date: 07 March 2019 - 12:53
Subject Bank of Sacrifice and Martyrdom (205)
He was one of he prisoners of war who were with me and his name was Asghar. He was 21 years old and he had a gentle and decent face

The friend’s perfume smell!

Navideshahed - He was one of he prisoners of war who were with me and his name was Asghar. He was 21 years old and he had a gentle and decent face. We knew each other for six months from far and close distances and we would talk to each other without any anxiety and doubts.

He would say: "One of my brothers is a member of Islamic Revolutionary Guards Corps and a bodyguard of Imam Khomeini.”

He was one of he prisoners of war who were with me and his name was Asghar. He was 21 years old and he had a gentle and decent face. We knew each other for six months from far and close distances and we would talk to each other without any anxiety and doubts. He would say: "One of my brothers is a member of Islamic Revolutionary Guards Corps and a bodyguard of Imam Khomeini.”

Someday he sat two meters away from me and without making me notice he greeted me and we made a conversation and he said: "Do you like to see Imam Khomeini’s handwriting?”

- God willing, when we go back home, God will grant visiting Imam Khomeini for us.

- Not in Iran, the handwriting of Imam Khomeini is here with me.

I did not doubt at all. He promised to put the handwriting of Imam Khomeini in the blouse packet that was hanging in the dormitory. He did it after an hour when no one was looking at him.

I picked the letter. I had put some other letters around myself in order not make others notice the issue. After that I opened the letter.

It had a strange perfume smell.

Over the letter had been written by Asghar to his brother and at the end it had written: "convey hi to the grandfather and ask him to pray for us. The letter had been taken to Imam Khomeini by the brother of Asghar. The left side of the letter was the handwriting of Imam Khomeini. I smelled the letter and kissed it.

The handwriting was in pink color as follows:

In the name of God

My son, I hope God will preserve you. I hope that God will guide all of us. I hope that God will forgive all of us and to bless us as well.

Pray for us too.

Your father;

After awhile I saw Asghar in another camp and I asked: "Do you remember the Ramadieyh camp and the issue of the letter?”

- Yes, I remember it.

- Do you still have that letter?

- That letter is the power of my knees and the light of my eyes.

The End/

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