Mothers Are Worried
A Jam of Jar - Mothers Are Worried
When I knocked on the door, they had to see the smile on my face in order to get a relief, then, I entered the house with an excuse and after that told them the news of their son getting injured, and finished it with breaking the news of his martyrdom. But this time, when the father opened the door, he put on a smile and we both got a little hasty. His tidy clothes and confused look showed that he wants to pass by me as soon as possible. “His mother had a dream of him that worried her”, the father said. “I want to go to Mashhad to give her a relief, mothers are always worried”, he continued. I felt like he is bothered with my presence and he is running away from .me like a headless chicken I tried to lessen his pace and stop him. “What kind of dream did she see?” I asked. It was obvious he wanted to doge me. “She had a dream where our son was martyred”, he reluctantly answered. It was like he knew he shouldn’t let me speak. “Mothers are always worried, these are just women dreams”, he continued. I had about two seconds to speak or else he would have fled. “Let’s assume her dream .was right”, I quickly said It was as if he got frozen. He stopped. His eyes scanned me top to bottom; his eyes stopped on the gun with the IRGC1 mark. He leaned on the wall and he fell from .the sorrow
