Little big

Since childhood period I was familiar with the kind qualities of my brother Mostafa. For the primary year we went to this school that was in another village. Mother used to give us one Rial a day for food. On Mostafa's suggestion we didn't spend our money and in a few days when it would add up we'd buy sugar candy for mom when she was sick. When Mostafa grew up he was always with ablution.

At night he would take ablution before sleeping. Our home, in the village of Mangar Garmsar, there was no car or motorcycle. Car or not on Fridays Mostafa would walk to town and go to Friday prayers and walk back the same way. Right from childhood it was obvious that he was different from the rest. He knew his God well. On the front lines when he'd move back to rest, he would go to the kitchen and clean potatoes and greens, he would say: rest is not just sleeping, for me doing this kind of work is a form of rest. This great natured person was martyred in the Karbala-5 operation.