SABAH (111)
Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah
Interviewed and Compiled by Fatemeh Doustkami
Translated by Natalie Haghverdian
2022-6-14
SABAH (111)
Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah
Interviewed and Compiled by Fatemeh Doustkami
Translated by Natalie Haghverdian
Published by Soore Mehr Publishing Co.
Persian Version 2019
Chapter thirty
Many years have passed since those days. My children are grown up. Each one is following his/her interests. Mojtaba has studied in two fields of IT technology and architecture and is working in architecture field which is his main interest. He is getting married these days. Mahya is a student in Law.
Ali is residing in the northern part of country. Shahnaz is a retired of Ministry of Education and Fouziyeh is a retired bookkeeper of Imam Khomeini hospital. The rest of my sisters and brothers have their own lives. My mother has still kept his revolutionary spirit and follows the news of Yemen and Syria every day. She has little and big illnesses but is still patient and thankful.
Although I am not much into talking about past memories, but every chance I get, Mojtaba and Mahya ask me to talk about the years of war and my presence in Khorramshahr and like when I tell them about those days. Their innocent willingness and anxiousness to hear the bravery of my comrades, reminds me of the time when I took them to Khorramshahr in their childhood years and they started asking many questions:
- Mother! Where have you fought?
- Mother! When did the quiver hit you?
- How was our grandfather injured?
- Where was our uncle Ali taken captive?
- Can we go and see your district?
- Can we go and see the hospital that you and Aunt Shahnaz and Aunt Fouziyeh worked in?
I tell them about those days because I believe that the story of bravery, oppression and chivalry of men and women of this land should transfer mouth to mouth and chest to chest so that we don’t forget that our safety and security has a price. Whether we want it or not, my soul and body is webbed with the memories of war …
And the [best] outcome is for the righteous.
THE END
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