In presence

- Get up, Mojtaba has a fever.
I didn’t pay attention and pretended to be asleep.
-Mojtaba has fever, wake up
I returned my head and said to him:
-You are making a mistake, he is all right, and he hasn’t a fever.
I don’t know I was in asleep or awake when he shouted at me anxiously for the 3rd time.
-Get up. My son got a fever to death
I suddenly woke up with a start. I was stretching out my arm towards Mojtaba, he was raveling. A surge of fear has rushed over me.
I sat at his bedside and touched his forehead anxiously. He is hot, piping hot high fever.
I prepared a cool water dish quickly and gave him a footbath, and he became in a better state little by little. At midnight I kept calm.
-So, where is Teimour?
I asked myself. I regained my senses.
-Where is Teimoor? Who woke me up? Where is Timour?
I looked around carefully, but he wasn’t there. I resumed my spirits. He has been martyred for a long time. I went towards his picture, which was depicted on the wall. I stood opposite to it. I said to him: “Mojtaba felt better.”?
And at the height incredibility the satisfactory smile had been depicted on his beautiful face. We both laughed and wept with desire and hope.