The Pleasant Odor of Perfume
A Jam of Jar - The Pleasant Odor of Perfume
Assume the undertaker neglected, the sand was faulty, and there were no hurries. No, my brother, there are things out of our hands. The undertaker was digging the hole. You could hear La Allah-a-IlAllah from behind. People were carrying the body of a martyr. Father of the martyr reached the grave just a few steps ahead of the others. He saluted his other son who was buried in the adjacent grave. Then, he recited the opening chapter of Quran for him. “As you know, there’s a guest coming for you. He is not a stranger. It’s your brother. You know, son, our Hassan is martyred, too. He also came to the other side. Bless you both, my dear sons. He said we burry him beside you, now you are together, son. I wish I come to you, .too”, he said It doesn’t matter whose fault it was, but suddenly, a part of the adjacent grave collapsed. The previous martyr’s grave opened up before his father’s eyes. While others were blaming the undertaker and explained to him the characteristics of the sandy soil, the father jumped in the new grave and looked at the body of his late son. After a few moments, he looked up with eyes full of tear. Everyone gathered around the grave. “Come, see my Hussein! See my son’s fresh body, nothing dares to go near him. His Agha1 is watching over him. Smell his pleasant odor. Maybe not everyone had the courage to go look in the grave. But we all could smell the pleasant odor coming out of the hole in the grave. The father honored the body which had been buried two years ago and still was fresh and its pleasant odor filled .the cemetery Now, you can blame it on the undertaker, the sandy soil or anything else. But I’m sure God wanted to show us the dignity and honor of the martyrs. On that day, maybe, everyone noticed this, but after a .few days Satan helped us to doubt it
