By: Hasan Rajaee
Once I went to the Prime Ministry office to visit my uncle (Mr. Rajaee).I rapped my little pistol in a handkerchief and hid it. When I entered the building, the guards did not know me and wanted to inspect me. I swiftly raised my hands, so they did not notice that I have a pistol, there for I entered easily. I put the pistol on my uncle’s desk and told him the story and asked him:" Dear uncle, in this dangerous situation they do not protect you properly, they don’t feel enough responsibility. At least, let one of your close relatives stand in front of the last entrance to your office and protect you more effectively." As soon as heard the story, ”?No, first of you will fall behind of your job, and I do not like people to say after me, that Rajaee has given jobs to his relatives in the Prime Ministry office. I thank you and will recommend the guard to be more cautious." Some month later, when I ran in to his burnt body, I felt a flame in my heart. I remembered how deeply he cared about people and the Revolution, and finally he embraced martyrdom in such a mournful condition. His body was completely burnt in sitting position on the chair. When we tried to straighten up his feet, they broke into pieces!
Source: The book of "The symbol of Perfection"