Flower of funeral procession

It was a hard night, a lonely night. She didn’t go to sleep. It was dawn and she hadn’t slept yet. She imagined the beautiful and lit face of Abbas continuously.
In the morning the first words she uttered to her husband were:
-I haven’t heard from my son. Let me know about Abbas,…. Safar, I will die of his absence.
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My mother was anxious. Abbas had gone to the front several times and she hadn’t heard form him. The next day, we were informed that the body of Abbas’s cousin has been brought.
Safar told to Abbas’s mother: “Mother stay at home. I am going to find out what the matter is. He left to go to Martyr foundation.
The alleys were not crowded. He reached there quickly. He entered to bid farewell with Abbas’s cousin.
The last farewell, He sat by his coffin and pushed aside the cover of his face. His corpse was full of blood. He pushed aside the plastic calmly. And suddenly he was stunned and lifted his head and looked at audience and cried intensity.
- It is my Abbas.
Audience looked at him wonderfully.
- He is Naser. They were to call his family.
While she was weeping, she said:
-He is my Abbas. He is not Naser.
He sat in the corner. Oh strange? He had come to see Naser.
The bloody body of the son……