Daughter of Sheena (18)
Behnaz Zarrabizadeh
Daughter of Sheena-18
Memories of Qadamkheyr Mohammadi Kanaan
Wife of Sardar Shaheed Haj Sattar Ebrahimi Hajir
Memory writer: Behnaz Zarrabizadeh
Tehran, Sooreh Mehr Publications Company, 2011 (Persian Version)
Translated by Zahra Hosseinian
The sound of door opening in the midnight made me wake up. It was Samad. “Why do you sleep here?” He asked gently.
He made my bedclothes, took my hand, and helped me to lie down on it. “Did you eat dinner?!” I asked. He sat by the spread and said: “I’m eating now.”
Khadija had been woken up. I threw aside the quilt. As I wanted to get up, he said: “You’re tired. Get off to sleep.”
He rocked the cradle as he ate his dinner.
Khadija slowly fell asleep.
He got up and turned off the lights. I said: “So what about your dinner?!” He said: “I took.”
I saw he was busy packing his hold-all, when I got up early in the morning for prayer. I had a lump in my throat. “Where are you going to go?” I said.
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