Ascension in the distance between two messages A motherly narration of martyrdom of Irfan Sadeghi in the Third Imposed War

Irfan Sadeghi was born on May 10, 1377 in Tehran and became the second child of a family that soon tasted the bitter taste of his father's departure. He was only six years old when he lost his father, and since then he has taken on part of the responsibility of the family. 12 years later, he studied mechanical engineering at Amirkabir University of Technology, then became a programmer and got married.

Ambassador of Arjan - Seyedah Kulthum Mousavi: He had a deep attachment to Ahl al-Bayt (a.s.) and Hazrat Agha, and finally, on March 11, 1404, he was martyred in a content production company on Imamat Street in Tehran after being hit by an enemy missile, to prove that he was loyal to his promise on the way to the province until the end of his life. Irfan Sadeghi was buried in plot 42 of Behesht Zahra (PBUH).

Mansoureh Fahimi Sahlan, the mother of Martyr Irfan Sadeghi, tells about the days when her son was still a child, but the circumstances of his life brought him up very early: "Irfan was deprived of his father's blessing at the age of 6, and from that time he became a man of the house. I have never seen immature behavior from my dear Irfan. He always spoke carefully and behaved carefully. I always felt that he was intellectually head and neck above his peers. Maybe the conditions of our life had brought him to intellectual growth at this speed.

A memory from Irfan's teenage years still remains for him; When his son was about 13 or 14, he made a different decision: "He collected all his toys, put them in a few boxes and told me to give them to charity. I protested and said to keep at least a few pieces for yourself. He said no, I want to please them. His words were very strange to me. Children at that age are usually dependent on what they have, but Irfan wanted to enjoy everything."

Getting into college, working at SNAP

Irfan's life path was not smooth. After his father's death, the family's financial situation was difficult, and he faced the problem of paying school fees to attend classes in pre-university. Shahid's mother says: "I had not been able to register him for pre-university. We had decided that Irfan would work for a year so that he could pay his tuition and finish his final year. But the school counselor insisted that there should be no gap between his studies. God bless them, they put up with us very well. They paid the tuition in installments and I paid a part of the tuition for the classes and paid the rest little by little later." Reviewing the memories is painful and it is difficult for the mother to express them: "After finishing his studies, Irfan worked as a counselor at the same school for a while, and when he did not have classes, he worked with a car at SNAP to cover part of his living expenses. But financial hardship did not prevent him from continuing his studies. When he was in pre-university, he wanted to become a defender of the shrine. I disagreed and said that you are running away from the exam and don't want to take the exam. He said: No, it is not like that; I will take the exam and then leave. He passed his entrance exam and I think his rank was 660 and he was accepted in Amirkabir University, Mechanical Engineering.

Mansoura Fahimi Sahlan, the martyr's mother, narrates: "Saturday, the 9th of March 1404, Irfan came home to break the fast." He was standing in the middle of the room when he told me, Mom, there was a war again, I think this time I will be martyred! It was the first day of the war. I said: My son, God willing, you will be in the footsteps of Agha Sahibul-Zaman (AS). Our last meeting was that night. On Monday afternoon, around 2:30 p.m., they hit their place of work. I did not see him again at that time. Our last communication was a short message. When one of the buildings in Tehran Pars was targeted, I heard the sound of the explosion and became worried. I texted: Mom, how are you? He said: What happened, mom? Why worry? I said: There was an explosion. He said: Don't worry. I sent a message again: My dear Irfan, take care of yourself!... There was no more response from Irfan. In the space of a few seconds between our two messages, their company's building was hit and he could no longer answer my last message; Irfan had become a martyr."

Faeze Moulai, the wife of Martyr Irfan Sadeghi, who became a member of the Martyr's family through a traditional marriage and the introduction of a trusted acquaintance, this introduction ends in marriage, says: "From the very first time they introduced Irfan, I heard a lot about his virtues and later I saw that everyone remembers him well. When they came, there was no need for research. The family got to know him better through several contacts and were satisfied with this connection. They only wanted my consent. I was saying to myself, what a calm and humble boy! It means that I am really going to marry him. Unaware that our fate was also written in the episode, and that same night he asked me for a yes answer. The marriage ceremony was held quickly and we lived together for two years. His only prayer was martyrdom, and he also said to me, Faiza, pray for my martyrdom."

He sighs and continues after a short pause: "I had a strange dream one night; I dreamed that Irfan was martyred. I woke up screaming with fear and anxiety. Irfan took me in his arms and without telling him anything about my dream, he said, my dear Faezeh, did you dream that I was martyred? Almost a month later, on the 11th of March 1404, a strange fear took over my life. I picked up the phone and sent a message to Irfan, "Hello, my love, how are you?" The answer to my message came: Hello... until I saw the answer, it was as if they gave me the world. I said, Irfan, the sound of rockets is coming, my heart is pounding, be careful. I did not receive any more messages from Irfan. I called many times until Iftar, but no answer. Irfan's mother came to our house. I said that mysticism does not answer. I found out that his mother had sent him a message at the same time and we both realized that Irfan was chatting with both of us and in a moment there was no reply. Irfan's mother didn't say anything to me that night because of my sadness. After breaking the fast, we went to the night gathering at Hazrat Abdulazim's shrine. There, one of his colleagues called and said that Irfan had been martyred. I remembered our memories; Sometimes when we made a date to go out, I would call him asking, Irfan, where should I come to find you? He said, Meraj Shahada, this is our plan, you can follow me whenever you want, come Meraj Shahada, you will remember our plan. The last time I went to look for him in Maraj Shahada."