Farewell
(By Mrs. Sediqeh Hekmat, the Martyr's Wife)
In 1366, we got the opportunity to go on the Haj pilgrimage, accompanied by Abbass. The day of departure we attended the airport. After checking in our baggage, I noticed a kind of distress on Abbass's face. He was thinking deeply, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
We left the boarding hall to get on the plane. At the staircase of the plane, suddenly Abbas called me and said, "God speed you. Farewell."
The associates and acquaintances, pilots and I were surprised. I looked at him and said "But don't you come with us?" he lowered his head and said under breath quietly, "Allah is the greatest."
Confused of his behavior, I said, "What do you mean? What is wrong, Abbass?"
Without paying much attention to what I had said, he answered, "It's very crowded. It's very crowded."
I understood what he meant due to being acquainted with his morale and said, come with us?"
He said, "I can't come with you. The ships should pass through the strait safely."
I had become confused and perplexed. The others were staring at his face as astonished as I was. From among the group, Col. Ardestani noticing our conversation said, "Dear Abbass, all the plans have been made.
Your baggage is on the plane, besides, don't worry about the Persian Gulf, the Guys will take care of the ships."
Then he turned to me and said, "you go dear! I will try to join you on the last flight."
I said to him, knowing that Abbass would not change his mind.
"Do you promise?"
He tapped his head with his hand and said while smiling "You see that I have also left my baggage with you. I promise to come.
Are you satisfied now?" Then he turned to Col.
Ardestani and said, "Mostafa, your wife and you take care of my wife and I hope God will speed you three. Then as the last word he said, "My Mecca is this country, my Mecca is the warm waters of Persian Gulf and the ships that should pass through it safely. As long as there is no security I can hardly satisfy myself."
I felt a lump in my throat and was not able to speak. I could hardly speak. I said good-bye to him and I climbed up the stairs of the plane slowly. After me, every body said good-bye to Abbass and we boarded the plane. I could see Abbass out of the window of the plane and he was staring at us and saying something quietly. With his eyes filled with tears, he was staring at me.
Later when he returned from Haj pilgrimage, we heard that Abbass had put a plan into effect during that time and owing to his plan 40 gigantic trade ships passed through the strait of Khoor Mousa safely.
In 1366, we got the opportunity to go on the Haj pilgrimage, accompanied by Abbass. The day of departure we attended the airport. After checking in our baggage, I noticed a kind of distress on Abbass's face. He was thinking deeply, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
We left the boarding hall to get on the plane. At the staircase of the plane, suddenly Abbas called me and said, "God speed you. Farewell."
The associates and acquaintances, pilots and I were surprised. I looked at him and said "But don't you come with us?" he lowered his head and said under breath quietly, "Allah is the greatest."
Confused of his behavior, I said, "What do you mean? What is wrong, Abbass?"
Without paying much attention to what I had said, he answered, "It's very crowded. It's very crowded."
I understood what he meant due to being acquainted with his morale and said, come with us?"
He said, "I can't come with you. The ships should pass through the strait safely."
I had become confused and perplexed. The others were staring at his face as astonished as I was. From among the group, Col. Ardestani noticing our conversation said, "Dear Abbass, all the plans have been made.
Your baggage is on the plane, besides, don't worry about the Persian Gulf, the Guys will take care of the ships."
Then he turned to me and said, "you go dear! I will try to join you on the last flight."
I said to him, knowing that Abbass would not change his mind.
"Do you promise?"
He tapped his head with his hand and said while smiling "You see that I have also left my baggage with you. I promise to come.
Are you satisfied now?" Then he turned to Col.
Ardestani and said, "Mostafa, your wife and you take care of my wife and I hope God will speed you three. Then as the last word he said, "My Mecca is this country, my Mecca is the warm waters of Persian Gulf and the ships that should pass through it safely. As long as there is no security I can hardly satisfy myself."
I felt a lump in my throat and was not able to speak. I could hardly speak. I said good-bye to him and I climbed up the stairs of the plane slowly. After me, every body said good-bye to Abbass and we boarded the plane. I could see Abbass out of the window of the plane and he was staring at us and saying something quietly. With his eyes filled with tears, he was staring at me.
Later when he returned from Haj pilgrimage, we heard that Abbass had put a plan into effect during that time and owing to his plan 40 gigantic trade ships passed through the strait of Khoor Mousa safely.
