Before being captured by the Iraqi Baathist forces I had gone to the battlefields for several times. Once I decided to take my child who had just been born to the battlefields. My most important purpose of doing this work was boosting the morale of Iranian fighters. I put my little kid in a hand luggage and I took him to the frontiers.
I picked some clothes and powdered milk and whatever was needed for my child and I asked her mother to lend the child to me for a few days. So I took him to the frontiers. Eventually I was able to cross the Investigation Police and they did not notice that I have a child in my hand luggage. When some of the fighters noticed the issue, they uttered the formula of Praise. They had got so much happy. On the next day the Iraqis opened fired on the war zone and they shot many missiles and rockets on the war zone by artilleries… and my child was so close to martyrdom. Even when I was moving between the rifle pits a small quiver hit my hand luggage. Eventually the commander of the frontiers noticed and the granted a compulsory leave to me and I took my child to home.