Running from the Axe
A Jar of Jam - Running from the Axe
T his man was of the active guys in Shams Abad Jovein village, Sabzevar. We went to bring the news of martyrdom to his family together. His old man’s place was north-facing houses with one of these a big garden. The door to the garden was open. We knocked on the door and entered saying “Ya Allah, Ya Allah”. Someone said “come in” and so did we. We started the foreshadowing the main news, the martyr’s old man pulled himself to a corner. I felt the danger. Suddenly, he jumped and picked up the axe out of nowhere and we ran as fast as a hare towards the door. Thank God we hadn’t .closed the door behind us
