Grudge in the throat

When I opened his bag, a head scarf and a roll of beautiful cloth appeared in front of me. I was surprised. Abbas never……A thousand thoughts entered my mind.

• May be the news I didn't know?
• May be when he came home, I went to him straight away.
• Abbas who's is the stuff in the bag?
• Which ones?
• Don’t pretend like you don’t know.
• He started taking his clothes off. When he finished, I went to him again.
• Mother if there is something going on? I am ready to propose….
• He got upset.
• Mother don’t you trust your own child?
• When I heard this, it calmed me down; I wanted to change the subject somehow to wipe that look off his face.
• Surely you bought it for your mother?
• Mr smiled. I was happy he'd forgotten what I had said.
• Mother this is not worthy of you …..But…
• That night I tried everything to find out who that beautiful cloth was bought for, but I couldn't.
• Presence of the crowd could be felt. A grand funeral had taken place. A few days later, one of God's nights, something happened that made me shiver.
• That night one of my son's friends came to our house. After the reception he told us a memory that burned me up.
• Every time he returned from the front lines, he'd give me some money to give to the old lady that lived in our street by herself.
• I pictured her in my mind, paralyzed old lady without a soul in this world.
• That day Abbas ….the cloth…..
• I didn't know what else she said. I calmly rested my head on the wall.