Where Are You, Divine Martyrs? My Child Had Become a Headless Commander

Her voice hoarse, and as if wanting to show me the crown of her children's martyrdom, she said: My son was a scientist, an elite, and he became a martyr.

Khash raised his voice and as if he wanted to show me the crown of honor of his children's martyrdom, he said; My son was a scientist, he was an elite and he became a martyr.

Sefir Arjan - Mehr Magazine: Haj Khanam was sitting on a chair so that the photo of her martyrs was facing the crowd. I said hello and so that my voice could be heard through the loudspeakers, I asked: "Are you a boy?" Khash raised his voice and as if he wanted to show me the crown of honor of his children's martyrdom, he said: "Yes, my son." He was a scientist, he was an elite, he taught air and space, he sold oil and spent money on war. We understood all this after his testimony. Killing my child with his wife and children. Saida said, "We will not leave you alone."

Then he started explaining about his grandchildren and his daughter-in-law one by one from the photo: "Zohi was 18 years old, Sana was 14 years old, Amir Hossein was 10 months old. My children have become masters. Mohammad Rezam's athletic body was the height of a child. Sardar was confused. Saeeda was the child of my martyr."

Haj Khanam's quiet cry had now become a motherly sob that was lost in the midst of the loudspeaker's "Where are you, O God martyrs?"