Bravery

If one day you come to Hassanabad village in semnan province, you will see a really tall tree, which my husband's (Mahmoud Abdollahi) brother had cultivated it for the reminder and will of my husband. My husband was always advising people to do good work. He had devoted he's life for Islam. Before he went to the front lines, he had chosen different names for the baby whom was on the way," if he be a boy this and if she be a girl this" he was saying. When the child was born, he obtained permission and came to Damghan. When he took the baby's Identity card we found out that he has named her "Fatimah". "You have had chosen other names before" I said." At the time that I was in the front lines I had a dream that GOD will give me a daughter and I'll call her Fatimah" he answered. Her name has been told to me before she born!

Fatima is the only child and souvenir of that great Martyr. I remember that after the end of his permission and sending him to the front lines, no more than few days were past. I dreamed that martyr has returned to Damghan and while he's kissing Fatimah he has got a bunch of flowers. A green bunch of flowers and a red bunch of flowers, He gave me the green one and kept the red one for himself. I woke up on that night and I just cried till morning. On morning I told my dream to several people and even I talked with IMAM JOMEH (The chief clergyman for Friday prayers and ceremony ) of our city “his eliminate Torabi" by phone."

Your husband has given you his child by giving you the green bunch of flowers and hugging the red bunch of flowers, it is a sign that he'll martyred" he explained my dream. Tow days later he martyred and my dream became reality.