Performing debt
Alireza’s uncle was martyrized in 1979 in Sardasht, Kurdistan. His friends had said many stories about him such as Martyr "Rahim Shahsavan" that now he is martyred, he said: I and Alireza were in the same place in a soldier’s home, and soon we became friends. Alireza was so great. Always was fresh and with a good behavior. Once I realized I needed some money to go home, he gave all of his saved money to me.
This work caused our friendship be more dept. After that time he came to our house as well. He liked my little son. Now I am going to their houses. A village was in a warm place of Garmsar. Still I do not believe his martyrdom. I want to go near and see it from near. Maybe again when there is not any person physically his martyrdom helps me. What should I say to his father if I see hi? What should I say to his mom? Dear God please give patience to each of us. It should be here. This little iron door. This house is really simple. I knocked on the door and waited.
An old man opens the door. For the first met we saw he was a dark clothes and had not shaved his face. I greeted him. He answered me tiredly. And said: here you are I started to talk to him. I said I am one of the Alireza’s friends … I have heard his martyrdom news now. He said: come into the house. I entered the yard. The yard was so clean. I was passing from a long salon; there is some stairs near us. The old man invited me to go inside the house. The room is really clear, there is a picture of Alireza in a frame; he was saying welcome to me with his always smiles. I said to him did you see that I came to your house Alireza! why so late. I was so sad. I wanted to cry. I sat in the room. He sat near me and reciting the name of prophet. Something was lost in his eyes and maybe in all of his life. The silence of room was difficult for me; I wanted to break this silence. I said: I did not know Alireza was martyrized, my should was trembling clearly: In fact no one had said this news to me; otherwise I would participate in his bereaving occasion. Alireza was really nice.
I always think about him. The old man said: since he is not here, it is really sad. I and his mom still are not habited with this situation. Still on Friday nights are waiting for him. But now he does not come here. We should go to his grave. I said with my trembling voice, it is your right, you are right to be sad like this. A person such me who had stayed only for a few months gets sad and unhappy like this, now I should realize you, because you are father and mom of him.
God should give us patience. God gives a great lifetime for you and for your family. Dear father in fact I have come here to repay a debt. In fact Alireza had given me about three thousands Toman before his martyrized. Now I do not need this money and I have come here to say the condolence to you and give the money to you and then go. The old man looked into my eyes and said how can I accept this money? Alireza did not say anything about money to us. You do not have any witness for sure? Right? I wondered, because I did not know for repaying debt I should provide witness. Now I understood this family is really nice and a religious family considers all the points. I thought with myself and said: I can give you a witness that my son’s picture is inside the album of Alireza.
I have written something on the backside of picture and I have written it should be given to my dear uncle. The old man is called from the behind of door. He went and when he returned with a tray of tea and sugar. The old man puts the fruits and the tea for me and says till you eat something I will be back. I know he was going to check the album of Alireza and see if the picture of my son is inside that. I had put the money inside an envelope already. I bring out the envelope and put on the tray.
After minutes the old man comes to me. I stand up for him due to the respect that I have for him. He says: the address was true. But I ask you if you need this money please do not give it to me. I said: I hope God keeps you for me; in fact I said the reality. I do not need this money. Alireza was so nice in this world that made everybody satisfied and finally was martyrized. I stand up the old man says: now where are you going? It was better you stay with us today. I would like to stay with you, but I can not. Hopefully I will come to you once again with other soldiers. Anyways we got happy so much. In fact when I see his friends such as you we become more relax. I said to him good for you that you had such nice child. Good for Alireza that got the great grade of martyrdom, I wanted to cry. I said: "please pray for us we become populated such as your son." I look on him and can not tolerate my sadness and start to cry in tears. The old man came to me and kissed my forehead, he started to cry as well.
This work caused our friendship be more dept. After that time he came to our house as well. He liked my little son. Now I am going to their houses. A village was in a warm place of Garmsar. Still I do not believe his martyrdom. I want to go near and see it from near. Maybe again when there is not any person physically his martyrdom helps me. What should I say to his father if I see hi? What should I say to his mom? Dear God please give patience to each of us. It should be here. This little iron door. This house is really simple. I knocked on the door and waited.
An old man opens the door. For the first met we saw he was a dark clothes and had not shaved his face. I greeted him. He answered me tiredly. And said: here you are I started to talk to him. I said I am one of the Alireza’s friends … I have heard his martyrdom news now. He said: come into the house. I entered the yard. The yard was so clean. I was passing from a long salon; there is some stairs near us. The old man invited me to go inside the house. The room is really clear, there is a picture of Alireza in a frame; he was saying welcome to me with his always smiles. I said to him did you see that I came to your house Alireza! why so late. I was so sad. I wanted to cry. I sat in the room. He sat near me and reciting the name of prophet. Something was lost in his eyes and maybe in all of his life. The silence of room was difficult for me; I wanted to break this silence. I said: I did not know Alireza was martyrized, my should was trembling clearly: In fact no one had said this news to me; otherwise I would participate in his bereaving occasion. Alireza was really nice.
I always think about him. The old man said: since he is not here, it is really sad. I and his mom still are not habited with this situation. Still on Friday nights are waiting for him. But now he does not come here. We should go to his grave. I said with my trembling voice, it is your right, you are right to be sad like this. A person such me who had stayed only for a few months gets sad and unhappy like this, now I should realize you, because you are father and mom of him.
God should give us patience. God gives a great lifetime for you and for your family. Dear father in fact I have come here to repay a debt. In fact Alireza had given me about three thousands Toman before his martyrized. Now I do not need this money and I have come here to say the condolence to you and give the money to you and then go. The old man looked into my eyes and said how can I accept this money? Alireza did not say anything about money to us. You do not have any witness for sure? Right? I wondered, because I did not know for repaying debt I should provide witness. Now I understood this family is really nice and a religious family considers all the points. I thought with myself and said: I can give you a witness that my son’s picture is inside the album of Alireza.
I have written something on the backside of picture and I have written it should be given to my dear uncle. The old man is called from the behind of door. He went and when he returned with a tray of tea and sugar. The old man puts the fruits and the tea for me and says till you eat something I will be back. I know he was going to check the album of Alireza and see if the picture of my son is inside that. I had put the money inside an envelope already. I bring out the envelope and put on the tray.
After minutes the old man comes to me. I stand up for him due to the respect that I have for him. He says: the address was true. But I ask you if you need this money please do not give it to me. I said: I hope God keeps you for me; in fact I said the reality. I do not need this money. Alireza was so nice in this world that made everybody satisfied and finally was martyrized. I stand up the old man says: now where are you going? It was better you stay with us today. I would like to stay with you, but I can not. Hopefully I will come to you once again with other soldiers. Anyways we got happy so much. In fact when I see his friends such as you we become more relax. I said to him good for you that you had such nice child. Good for Alireza that got the great grade of martyrdom, I wanted to cry. I said: "please pray for us we become populated such as your son." I look on him and can not tolerate my sadness and start to cry in tears. The old man came to me and kissed my forehead, he started to cry as well.
