A Shrine Within a Home

Samira Nafar
Translated by Kianoush Borzouei

2025-01-19

As we entered the house, it felt as though we had stepped into the sanctity of the heavens. Simple though it was, the atmosphere was imbued with an extraordinary fragrance—the scent of faith, patience, and love. This was no ordinary house; it was a sanctuary for angels who had returned to the heavens, leaving their luminous traces etched into the very walls.

In one corner, a small shrine-like space caught our attention. It was decorated by photographs of two martyred sons, Sadegh and Fakhr al-Din Mahdibarzi, whose radiant smiles continued to illuminate their mother’s heart. The Qur’ans placed on wooden stands, the prayer rugs laid out, and the profound silence, imbued with the essence of devotion, spoke of a mother’s daily communion with the Divine. Her heart, it seemed, was perpetually offered to the heavens.

But the true secret of this home was not confined to the images of her martyred sons. Each week, the mother hosted Quranic classes in this very house. The resonant recitation of divine verses transformed the space into a celestial haven, bringing the heavens down to earth. This was no mere house enclosed by four walls; it was a sacred niche, a spiritual mihrab, elevating the soul to unimaginable heights.

With a serene voice, the mother recounted stories of her sons. She spoke of Sadegh, who, as a young boy, abandoned his studies upon hearing the Imam’s call and chose the path of the battlefield. He returned home only once on leave, after which he was missing for ten long years until his pure and holy body was finally brought back. Then, she spoke of Fakhr al-Din, her other son, who, five years after his brother, while still in his third year of high school, chose the same path. He joined the caravan of martyrs during Operation Bait al-Moqaddas 2.

This mother was not grief-stricken; she stood resilient, reminiscent of Zaynab’s unyielding fortitude. From the martyrdom of her sons, she had cultivated a garden of faith within her heart, transforming her home into a miniature temple.

Leaving that place was no easy task. We departed with hearts brimming with love and with a light that we had received from the mother and her home—a light that will remain with us forever. That was no ordinary house; it was a house of love, where heaven and earth seemed to have intertwined seamlessly.

 
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