A Heartfelt Note in Memory of Two Heavenly Friends
Compiled by: Samira Nafar
Translated by: Fazel Shirzad
2025-1-1
We step into a house where every corner tells of sacrifice and dedication. A kind mother, whose eyes are a sea of sadness and joy, welcomes us. She tells us the story of her sons, Ahmad and Mahmoud, two brothers, two friends, and two lovers. Ahmad, who with his medical knowledge was a balm for the wounds of the warriors, and Mahmoud with the passion of youth and great aspirations. But both had a common goal; the front of truth against falsehood. In every sentence, a motherly love surges, which even the death of her children could not extinguish. She talks about the days of waiting, the sleepless nights, and her longing. She remembers Ahmad's will, which said, "Mother, if I become a martyr, do not cry for me, cry for Imams [PBUH]," and she had fulfilled her son's will with a broken heart, and how difficult those moments were! The moments when the sky collapsed for her and the earth became empty under her feet; a mother who had dedicated her two wings of flight to the sky and was proud of their path. At that moment, it only occurred to me that all this patience and sacrifice requires love; a deep love and firm faith; a love that all mothers of martyrs had and will shine forever in the history of this land. At the end of this visit, with a heart full of respect and admiration, we left the house of the martyr's mother; a house where love, faith and sacrifice were manifested in the most beautiful way.
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