Rereading a conversation Grandma Ismat; Mother of warm gloves

We knew Nene Esmat with her donated gloves; The gloves that he knitted row after row with love and gifted to the warriors with love; From the fighters of the days of imposed war to the defenders of the shrine and border guards and even the children of Gaza.

This Yazdi lady, who used to give knitted gloves to fighters, died yesterday

Ambassador Arjan-Alnaz Abbasian: His gloves were so respected that he won the special prize of the Ammar People's Film Festival. But now with Nene Esmat's departure, her knitting needles have calmed down forever; But the warmth of gloves that will remain in memories for 48 years with love and mention of texture. Fateme Falkian passed away yesterday and her kind hands stopped knitting. But his love story does not end with the last knot. In the following, we review the last conversation between Ambassador Arjan and the lovely Nene Ismat.

Encouraging the fighters with the encouragement of Yazdi's grandmother

She is known as Nene Esmat, but her birth certificate name is "Fateme Soghari Falkian". Nene Esmat started her jihad with her knitting from the very days of the 8-year imposed war, when everyone volunteered to help the front in some way, which is still going on. He was born in Shahrivar 1319 in the city of Yazd, and during the holy defense years, he fought in the same city. He himself says with a thick and sweet Yazdi accent: "I didn't have a son to send to the front. It occurred to me to knit shawls and gloves for the warriors at least with the art of knitting. I heard that it is so cold on the front that their hands stick to their guns. I felt for them. Since then, I vowed to knit scarves and gloves for as long as I live, and I will never get tired of this work. In those days, to help the front, one made jam and the other wove shawls and hats. Many people sent money and gold to help the front. With this, I wanted to pay my respects to the fighters." one face, one below; With every knot that he ties with the colored threads, he recites a dhikr. His heart is warm that his hand will warm the hands of the warriors. It didn't matter to him; Whether they are holy defense fighters like in those years or defenders of the shrine and border guards of the homeland like these days. While knitting, as he is fully focused on receiving the journalist's guests, he says with gusto: "Many fighters visit me and thank me. "I'm happy to see they still have my gloves."

A special gift in the hands of Gaza children

It has been several years since Nene Esmat came to Tehran from Yazd and lives in Ponk neighborhood with her daughter and son-in-law. He still knits gloves with passion and motivation in his 80s, but this time row after row with love for the war-torn people of Palestine and Gaza. He himself says: "God curse them for displacing the people of Gaza like this." I feel sorry for them. I would like gloves to reach the people of this land this year. I wish I had done more. May God provide a solution and these people will not suffer more than this. "If I was around, I would do whatever I could to help them." Nene is involuntarily affected by these words and tears fall down her face and at the same time she says: "I am also sad for Seyed Hasan Nasrallah. Seyyed Olad Prophet was always funny. I saw his movie. The leader kissed her forehead. God bless the leader. This world has no value. Whatever we say should be in the way of God." Nene has a heart for the children of the popular film festival of Ammar Tablet; The ones who regularly visit him to greet him and deliver knitted gloves to their original owners; Owners who were once behind the barricades and these days sometimes serve in the border guards and sometimes in the middle of the field such as Gaza and Palestine. Nene firmly sends a message to Israel: "Be ashamed and stop killing innocent people!"

Knitting makes my mother feel good

Those who are into knitting and are a little familiar with needles and yarn must know that the most difficult knitting is knitting gloves with 5 needles connected together. Not everyone knows the skill of knitting gloves, let alone trying to knit with old age and poor eyesight. When we ask Soraya Noushzadeh, daughter of Nene Esmet, about this skill of her mother at this age, she says: "God has given strength to my mother's hands that she still weaves." Even the doctors have recommended that we should encourage my mother to knit and not stop her to improve her mood. "Right now, when the weather is getting cold, we have several boxes of gloves ready in the room and we are waiting for them to be delivered to the war-stricken people of Gaza and Lebanon."

Abbas Mumtaz, the grandson of Nene Asmat, who opened the chapter of our acquaintance with his grandmother, says about his childhood days in Nene's house: "During the war between Iraq and Iran, Nene was in Yazd and we used to visit her regularly from Tehran. At his own expense, he used to weave sacks of gloves and deliver them to the Corps office so that they could be given to the fighters. Now, due to her old age, it is a bit difficult for her to knit, but her enthusiasm for this work gives her more peace, especially since she wants to get the knitting to the people of Lebanon and Palestine this year." Among Nene Esmat's gloves, one is dearer to him. Nene's grandson points to it and says: "Nene wishes to see the leadership up close. Many times he has knitted gloves for the intention of the gentleman and given them to trusted people to deliver to them. Even now, her only happiness is that her braids reach the hands of Mr. Nene Esmet says: "I also knitted gloves and a scarf for Hazrat Agha, gray in color. I saw him go to the mountain several times. Well, the mountain is cold. I wish these would reach the hands of this humble mother."