Epic Poem
There were 4 brothers and one sister in our family other than parents. But my father asked God to give him another daughter when he was praying. He liked to have a daughter called her Khadijeh. He sometimes was singing loudly; “khadjeh her chicken. She is jumping in the alley for a seed of damson”?. The time was passing. In one of the letters, I wrote ALireza, Roohollah, Abazar, Mohammad, Zahra send their regards to you, khadijeh gives you her regards too. She is eager to visit you.
My father sent a letter and asked me to write how her figure is? How she laughs and weeps.
I answered him as he had asked. But it is not always possible that each letter be received by its owner. Badr operations lied ahead. In that operation, holy bodies of 17 martyrs had been brought to Damghan and, my father was one of them. Damghan army seemed as the Day of Judgment. Each of martyrs had been rolled up in plastic and their coffin had been put in the yard. People were bidding farewell with their loved ones for the last time. My mother had embraced khadijeh and laid her on my father’s body. People remembered the Sham(a city in Syria) ruined place and her Excellency Roghayeh while seeing this scene.
Suddenly, my father opened his eyes and stared at his little daughter. My mother wept fearfully. People were pushing each other aside to see this scene. The revolutionary Guards, who understood the abnormal situation of that yard, came towards the crowd and realized that father has opened his eyes to see his daughter. He has a zest to see his child “khadijeh”?. She was shaking hands and everybody were kissing her and weeping. After burying the martyrs, people were coming to our house and inquired about khadijeh.
BASIJIS (volunteers) who were in the front line, were quoting my father's memories. They described his love and devotion to holy Imams; they were considering Yousef Parimi as one of the real lovers for Imam Hossein. He who had attended the mourning of Imam Hossein Moharam days with bare feet, beaten his chest and become water-carrier of thirstiest. Now, he is fighting with enemies to continue the Imam’s way. One of the fighters who attended Badr operations as a social worker was quoting us that Yousef rose and said Hello loudly with folded arms a few minutes after his martyrdom while his heart had been shot and after a few minute he had fallen down on the ground.
My father sent a letter and asked me to write how her figure is? How she laughs and weeps.
I answered him as he had asked. But it is not always possible that each letter be received by its owner. Badr operations lied ahead. In that operation, holy bodies of 17 martyrs had been brought to Damghan and, my father was one of them. Damghan army seemed as the Day of Judgment. Each of martyrs had been rolled up in plastic and their coffin had been put in the yard. People were bidding farewell with their loved ones for the last time. My mother had embraced khadijeh and laid her on my father’s body. People remembered the Sham(a city in Syria) ruined place and her Excellency Roghayeh while seeing this scene.
Suddenly, my father opened his eyes and stared at his little daughter. My mother wept fearfully. People were pushing each other aside to see this scene. The revolutionary Guards, who understood the abnormal situation of that yard, came towards the crowd and realized that father has opened his eyes to see his daughter. He has a zest to see his child “khadijeh”?. She was shaking hands and everybody were kissing her and weeping. After burying the martyrs, people were coming to our house and inquired about khadijeh.
BASIJIS (volunteers) who were in the front line, were quoting my father's memories. They described his love and devotion to holy Imams; they were considering Yousef Parimi as one of the real lovers for Imam Hossein. He who had attended the mourning of Imam Hossein Moharam days with bare feet, beaten his chest and become water-carrier of thirstiest. Now, he is fighting with enemies to continue the Imam’s way. One of the fighters who attended Badr operations as a social worker was quoting us that Yousef rose and said Hello loudly with folded arms a few minutes after his martyrdom while his heart had been shot and after a few minute he had fallen down on the ground.
