The Hardest Work in the World
Morteza Sarhangi
Translated by: Sara Eshmoel
2017-9-26
Greetings; Congratulations on this beautiful day [May 24th], the day we were able to get Khorramshahr from the Iraqi people and tell them and their elders that this old plateau has a rigid soil.
Beloved people who are here today under this roof, the guests of your kindness, come from the corners of this plateau and many of them with their young pens keep those remarkable days in their provinces clear. Defensive wars like our warfare find their own writers as they find their commanders. A number of these ladies and gentlemen authors are present at this meeting today.
The literature of war memoir is a clear indication of any war, therefore, the literature of war is born and can not be made, because in wars the human foot and its ideals are in the midst (among) (In wars, humans and their ideals are involved) and with the sufferings and hopes of the soldiers and nations, these sufferings and hopes come out like a volcano lava from their minds and sit on the blank sheet of paper (white chest of paper). These memories have both literary and historical dignity and this is not a little dignity. Memories are the closest narrative to the war. That's why the world keeps the memories of war as young as the aging of its soldiers (as its soldiers age). It keeps it young so that it can use the power contained in these memories to solve its social problems.
In these years, there are many centers in our country about the literature of war, and the light of this hope in our hearts is clear that we do not worry about the future of this rich literature, although we know the hardest work in the world is to write a correct statement.
The remarkable thing in these few years is the entry of women into the field of war literature, whether in the form of a narrator or a memoir (A remarkable point in these few years, either in the form of a narrator or memoir is, women enter the field of literature of war). They raised a new wave of memories, and we have also known that with the memories of women, voice of war is heard louder. We are glad that Your Majesty is a resolute customer of these kinds of book. We are also merchants that have known its customer more or less.
I wish our hands were on the lap of these lovely and faithful kids, and not be shorten, because today (these days) a light on above our head is owed of their silence (sacrifices).
And with these loved ones, we are still small and simple servants, for the literature of war.[1]
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[1] Text of the speeches by Morteza Sarhangi, Founder of the Office of Literature and Art of Resistance in the presence of Supreme Leader of the Islamic Revolution Ayatollah Seyyed Ali Khamenei, and in the third special occasion of the Holy Defense Memorial Day in the presence of the Supreme Leader of the Revolution, held May 24, 2017 in Husseinieh, Imam Khomeini.
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