Some People Go to God Like This
A Jar of Jam - Some People Go to God Like This
T he wife of one of the fighters explained to us that: My husband went to the frontline with his tip-truck. Then, they delivered the news that he was missing. I was so worried. One night, I had a dream where I’m in the middle of a street full of trees and snow had turned everything white. I saw a white pigeon with long wings coming towards me. I saw its face; it was my husband Fazlollah. “Why are you so worried?”, he asked. I told him I had searched everywhere for him. “I’m here”, he said. “Where?”, I asked. Then I saw a bunch of pigeons flying. “These are all my comrades”, he said. “So, they are f ighters?”, I asked. “You know better”, he replied. I knew, I mean I realized he was martyred, but our two small kids and the one on the way didn’t let me live without thinking about that dream. I started over to find him. Then, I had a dream that they brought a bed with someone lying on it. “Who is it?”, I asked. “The one you are looking for”, they replied. I pulled the bed sheet. It was Fazlollah! He opened his eyes. “Stop looking for me. I’m as concerned as you. Live your life. I will never return”, he said. The martyr’s wife shed tears telling this part of the story. “Fazlollah was my life. I asked him where he is. Where is his body or his grave?”, she continued. He replied, “Some people go to their creator like this. When you wake up, don’t think this was just a dream. Rest assured this is all real and you will not see .“me again. Please, look after our children
