News ID: 7080
Publish Date: 12 August 2006 - 15:24
My martyred spouse, Hassan Chavoshi was born into a religious family. This family was not interested in the wealth of the world. Hassan was very young when his father was executed. With his father's death their problems doubled.
Mother, in order to make ends meet and feed five children who were now fatherless, had to do different things. Bread making at people's houses , picking cotton and cleaning barley were some of the things mother had to do to make ends meet. Hassan the third child in the family , with his kind soul felt the heavy load on his mother's shoulders. If mother was working out of the house he would wash the clothes, cook and clean house for her. He continued his education up to his diploma; along with school he would go to the front lines as well.
He was injured once and hospitalized in the Bandar Abbas Hospital. After receiving his diploma, for a period of two years he fought at Zahab Bridge and west Gillan while completing his military service. After completion of his military service, he was hired at Parchin industrial, in the rocket section. When he came to propose to me, I was four years older than him; I told him and his mother that we are not suitable age wise; it may turn into problems later on in life. He said: Didn't Prophet Mohammad after a considerable age difference, marry prophet Khadijeh?
Anyway seemed it was our destiny to be married and the result is a boy called Morteza. The martyr was particular about religious percepts before prayer, sometimes he comb his hair in front of the mirror for half an hour, he would make his clothes smell nice , in general he would act like he was going to visit his love. He'd say it’s the prophet’s tradition to say his prayers looking totally handsome. In our shared life time very seldom he would not say his Nafeleh prayers.
Martyr had a certain respect for children. Ali Asghar Fanai, his sister’s son has lots of memories in this regard. In one of the memories from the way of love he writes: whenever Uncle Hassan would go to the front lines, I'd write letters to him and he would reply quickly. He would always put a little money in the envelopes to make us happy. My last letter did not have an answer for a long time. I'd wait for it everyday, I finally got it , there was a twenty tooman note in it and like always he had reminded me not to forget, to say my prayers and also to teach it to my little sister.
I was mostly after finding out why uncle had answered my letter late. Later Ali Ameri one of uncle's co-fighters said: uncle wanted to send some money with every letter and he hadn't had any at that time therefore the letter was a bit late. My spouse was kind to everyone. He loved life but wasn't hooked on it.
He was martyred in the front lines of the west in the Maoot area. Later his co-fighters said: he had a certain excitement at time of death, he had put henna on his hands and feet, ha had smartened up to visit his love, but his corpse had stayed in the snow in the mountains of Maoot for ten days. At that time our child Morteza wasn't quite nine months old yet when he was deprived of seeing the moon of our house for ever.
Mother, in order to make ends meet and feed five children who were now fatherless, had to do different things. Bread making at people's houses , picking cotton and cleaning barley were some of the things mother had to do to make ends meet. Hassan the third child in the family , with his kind soul felt the heavy load on his mother's shoulders. If mother was working out of the house he would wash the clothes, cook and clean house for her. He continued his education up to his diploma; along with school he would go to the front lines as well.
He was injured once and hospitalized in the Bandar Abbas Hospital. After receiving his diploma, for a period of two years he fought at Zahab Bridge and west Gillan while completing his military service. After completion of his military service, he was hired at Parchin industrial, in the rocket section. When he came to propose to me, I was four years older than him; I told him and his mother that we are not suitable age wise; it may turn into problems later on in life. He said: Didn't Prophet Mohammad after a considerable age difference, marry prophet Khadijeh?
Anyway seemed it was our destiny to be married and the result is a boy called Morteza. The martyr was particular about religious percepts before prayer, sometimes he comb his hair in front of the mirror for half an hour, he would make his clothes smell nice , in general he would act like he was going to visit his love. He'd say it’s the prophet’s tradition to say his prayers looking totally handsome. In our shared life time very seldom he would not say his Nafeleh prayers.
Martyr had a certain respect for children. Ali Asghar Fanai, his sister’s son has lots of memories in this regard. In one of the memories from the way of love he writes: whenever Uncle Hassan would go to the front lines, I'd write letters to him and he would reply quickly. He would always put a little money in the envelopes to make us happy. My last letter did not have an answer for a long time. I'd wait for it everyday, I finally got it , there was a twenty tooman note in it and like always he had reminded me not to forget, to say my prayers and also to teach it to my little sister.
I was mostly after finding out why uncle had answered my letter late. Later Ali Ameri one of uncle's co-fighters said: uncle wanted to send some money with every letter and he hadn't had any at that time therefore the letter was a bit late. My spouse was kind to everyone. He loved life but wasn't hooked on it.
He was martyred in the front lines of the west in the Maoot area. Later his co-fighters said: he had a certain excitement at time of death, he had put henna on his hands and feet, ha had smartened up to visit his love, but his corpse had stayed in the snow in the mountains of Maoot for ten days. At that time our child Morteza wasn't quite nine months old yet when he was deprived of seeing the moon of our house for ever.
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