The Blessing of Hands

Hossein was my intimate friend. When he was alone, he memorized Koran. There was a little garden at the camp which had been cultivated by Hossein. He planted vegetables and gave those to the captives. There were Hossein and vegetable. How blessed had been that little land! One day at high noon, his nose bled. We did every thing to stop it, but it didn't stop. He was taken to the medical center, but it had no result. It bled so much so that he martyrized. He was buried in Ramadi cemetery. It had been only written on his grave "no.126 grave, Iranian captive". Hossein Sadeghzadeh and his lonely friend hadn't any pilgrim.