Hard Work, Low Pay

By Javad Ramazandoosti, Martyr Sattary's Classmate)
I was one of martyr Sattary's fellow students and his playmate up to grade three of high school.
I remember, when I was fifteen, the schools were closed for the summer holidays, he asked me, "Would you like to join me in finding a job?"
There was a factory near our village called "ITALIRAN". I accepted the offer at first and went to the factory everyday together with Mansour. After a few days our hands cracked so badly due to working with earthenware that they would bleed during work. We had to anoint our hands with Vaseline to soothe and prepare them for work the next day. We had to warp a band around them too. I had lost my stamina and was exhausted. It was impossible for me to continue.
But Mansour though he had lost weight and strength, determined and firm, continued the work till the end of the holidays.
He never spent the whole money, he had earned during the three months on himself alone.
He used some of it on buying bags and shoes and stationery for indigent children and would offer them to the indigent.