Bless me, Zahra

According to Fars News Agency Epic and Resistance Team, sometimes the events which occur for us remind us of the bereaving that we had several years ago; specially visiting the mother of three martyrs who was the friend of her children as well. This memory is regarding the story of Hamid Davoud Abadi who faced with such a scene accidentally:

If the fire of friend didn’t have any place in our heart!
Our useless lifetime would not have many fictions like this!

It was New Year and I was really happy. The children had worn their new clothes and they were waiting for their mother to come there and to go to visit our relatives, to eat sweets and at the end to receive gifts for the New Year occasion. We ate rice and Kebab in a restaurant.

It was New Year, it was not Muharram Month that we wear black clothes and to bereave!

For me it was really enjoyable because the New Year time had made me to forget all the mourning and bereaving for the Ahl Beit and instead the sweet taste of the world had made me so excited.

Haj Khanom was late!

I was talking with my two nice sons and laugh too. They were so busy like always and they would suggest that we initially must go to the house of someone that they liked because they wished to get more New Year gifts.

The house of uncle or aunt…
As the people of the past say:

It is the season of flower and spruce!
You should not forget our New Year gift!

I was thinking about myself, I did not look at the opposite alley of my mom’s house. I did not pay attention to that.

I really did not notice that we had passed the February a few days ago.

Why are you surprised?
Did you think that I expect that the New Year, spring and happiness after February to arrive?

No, I know it so well and I know that by the end of February, the coldness and difficulties will end and the season of flower, happiness, hyacinth and New Year occasion will arrive.

But it is for me and you.
It might not be for some people!

What does February make you think of?
No, you should not let our New Year time to be ruined.

We are enjoying our time, so!

So for once, you should allow that we bereaving people to have an enjoyment without mourning!

I was saying that I was thinking so deeply!
I don’t like music and something like this.

It was a very good and permitted song.

It was the song of the Islamic Republic of Iran’s radio which was being broadcasted.
So if you misunderstand it, that is non of my business?!

You should have a pure intention.

As one of the fighters says: “If your heart to be dark, why do you need dark clothes?”?

As I was repeating the songs of Radio and I was driving, I noticed that someone was knocking on the car window. At first I thought it was Mustafa who want to take me to workplace, or he is Saeed that he wants to make me surprised!

But no!

Both of them were sitting on the back seats and they were discussing with each other.

I don’t know why I felt something bitter just at once.

I did not like to turn to the left side and to check who he was and what is that, but I did that.

My body became cold!
My body got weakened!
I got weak.
I wondered about what I saw.
I hope God will never make you to see that.

It was Mrs. Zahra, the mother of Hamid, Nader and Keivan.

She was old and tired. She was passing from there.
She was knocking on the car window so slowly and making noises.

She stood in front of the car door and she did not let me to get off the car in order not to disturb me!

She looked at me and my children so cheerfully.
I’m sure that it was something out of her control.
I’m sure that Mrs. Zahra is not someone who wants to ruin the happiness of others.

Specially each time that she would see me, she would remember the death news of her children, she really loved med and she did not wish to disturb or bother me at all.
- Happy New Year Mr. Hamid…You don’t visit us anymore. When the first anniversaries of Nader and Hamid passed, I did not see you anymore…After a few time, it will be the martyrdom anniversary of Keivan too…
Oh my God, what was this lady saying?

On March 13, 1984, her Nader along with Hussein Nosrati and Ali Mashayee were martyred in Majnoon Islands during the military operation ‘Kheibar’ and I announced the martyrdom news to her.

On that day when I was escorting the body of Nader and I took it to the hallway of their house, Mrs. Zahra grabbed my collar and as she was crying in tears, she said: “Hamid you went in the battlefields to bring my Nader…now you have brought his dead body…”?
I really mourned so much.

Hamid was also martyred on March 22, 1982 during the military operation ‘Fathol Mobin’. It means it was a day like tomorrow (since today is the New Year time).

I was supposed to go to the battlefields along with Keivan, but we did not go there because of Zahra’s persistence.

When I heard the martyrdom news of Keivan in 1986 in Mehran, I did not dare to come to Tehran and I did not try to show myself to Mrs. Zahran for awhile.

Here is nothing.

These words of Zahra never bothered me but when she said: “Oh, your children are so nice and I hope God will keep them for you. If Nader, Hamid and Keivar were here too, I would hold great wedding parties for them and they would have several nice children like you…daughters and boys…

I felt like I was dieing, burning and I could not say anything.

Since that day each time that I pass from this alley, specially during the New Year time, I try to pass the street and alley in a way that Mrs. Zahra not to see me in order to prevent remembering her martyred sons Hamid Nader and Keivan Mohammadi when she sees me.

Mrs. Zahra, please forgive me. Please forgive me…

I make you swear to the great religious name that you have (Her Excellency Zahra (S)) to forgive me.

I really need your prayer in order to be forgiven and to have a good destiny…

I really want my world and my resurrection world to become so good for me.

The End

According to Fars News Agency Epic and Resistance Team, sometimes the events which occur for us remind us of the bereaving that we had several years ago; specially visiting the mother of three martyrs who was the friend of her children as well. This memory is regarding the story of Hamid Davoud Abadi who faced with such a scene accidentally: If the fire of friend didn’t have any place in our heart! Our useless lifetime would not have many fictions like this! It was New Year and I was really happy. The children had worn their new clothes and they were waiting for their mother to come there and to go to visit our relatives, to eat sweets and at the end to receive gifts for the New Year occasion. We ate rice and Kebab in a restaurant. It was New Year, it was not Muharram Month that we wear black clothes and to bereave! For me it was really enjoyable because the New Year time had made me to forget all the mourning and bereaving for the Ahl Beit and instead the sweet taste of the world had made me so excited. Haj Khanom was late! I was talking with my two nice sons and laugh too. They were so busy like always and they would suggest that we initially must go to the house of someone that they liked because they wished to get more New Year gifts. The house of uncle or aunt… As the people of the past say: It is the season of flower and spruce! You should not forget our New Year gift! I was thinking about myself, I did not look at the opposite alley of my mom’s house. I did not pay attention to that. I really did not notice that we had passed the February a few days ago. Why are you surprised? Did you think that I expect that the New Year, spring and happiness after February to arrive? No, I know it so well and I know that by the end of February, the coldness and difficulties will end and the season of flower, happiness, hyacinth and New Year occasion will arrive. But it is for me and you. It might not be for some people! What does February make you think of? No, you should not let our New Year time to be ruined. We are enjoying our time, so! So for once, you should allow that we bereaving people to have an enjoyment without mourning! I was saying that I was thinking so deeply! I don’t like music and something like this. It was a very good and permitted song. It was the song of the Islamic Republic of Iran’s radio which was being broadcasted. So if you misunderstand it, that is non of my business?! You should have a pure intention. As one of the fighters says: “If your heart to be dark, why do you need dark clothes?”? As I was repeating the songs of Radio and I was driving, I noticed that someone was knocking on the car window. At first I thought it was Mustafa who want to take me to workplace, or he is Saeed that he wants to make me surprised! But no! Both of them were sitting on the back seats and they were discussing with each other. I don’t know why I felt something bitter just at once. I did not like to turn to the left side and to check who he was and what is that, but I did that. My body became cold! My body got weakened! I got weak. I wondered about what I saw. I hope God will never make you to see that. It was Mrs. Zahra, the mother of Hamid, Nader and Keivan. She was old and tired. She was passing from there. She was knocking on the car window so slowly and making noises. She stood in front of the car door and she did not let me to get off the car in order not to disturb me! She looked at me and my children so cheerfully. I’m sure that it was something out of her control. I’m sure that Mrs. Zahra is not someone who wants to ruin the happiness of others. Specially each time that she would see me, she would remember the death news of her children, she really loved med and she did not wish to disturb or bother me at all. - Happy New Year Mr. Hamid…You don’t visit us anymore. When the first anniversaries of Nader and Hamid passed, I did not see you anymore…After a few time, it will be the martyrdom anniversary of Keivan too… Oh my God, what was this lady saying? On March 13, 1984, her Nader along with Hussein Nosrati and Ali Mashayee were martyred in Majnoon Islands during the military operation ‘Kheibar’ and I announced the martyrdom news to her. On that day when I was escorting the body of Nader and I took it to the hallway of their house, Mrs. Zahra grabbed my collar and as she was crying in tears, she said: “Hamid you went in the battlefields to bring my Nader…now you have brought his dead body…”? I really mourned so much. Hamid was also martyred on March 22, 1982 during the military operation ‘Fathol Mobin’. It means it was a day like tomorrow (since today is the New Year time). I was supposed to go to the battlefields along with Keivan, but we did not go there because of Zahra’s persistence. When I heard the martyrdom news of Keivan in 1986 in Mehran, I did not dare to come to Tehran and I did not try to show myself to Mrs. Zahran for awhile. Here is nothing. These words of Zahra never bothered me but when she said: “Oh, your children are so nice and I hope God will keep them for you. If Nader, Hamid and Keivar were here too, I would hold great wedding parties for them and they would have several nice children like you…daughters and boys… I felt like I was dieing, burning and I could not say anything. Since that day each time that I pass from this alley, specially during the New Year time, I try to pass the street and alley in a way that Mrs. Zahra not to see me in order to prevent remembering her martyred sons Hamid Nader and Keivan Mohammadi when she sees me. Mrs. Zahra, please forgive me. Please forgive me… I make you swear to the great religious name that you have (Her Excellency Zahra (S)) to forgive me. I really need your prayer in order to be forgiven and to have a good destiny… I really want my world and my resurrection world to become so good for me. The End