The Expiry Date
A Jar of Jam - The Expiry Date
My colleague had gone to Marivan to pay the salaries and advances of fighters. Unfortunately, Iraqi aircrafts bombed Marivan and he got injured and shell shocked. My mission was to keep an eye on his injuries and retrieve his money bag. Beside Sanandaj- Kamyaran road, I was waiting for a ride wearing a white shirt and holding the bag of money. However, IRGC cars didn’t pick up people with civvies. The Kurdish cars didn’t pick up strangers, too. Finally, a van stopped by and two people sat in the front. I got into the back. After a few kilometers, the driver drove into the back road and sped up. Although he knew my destination, he changed the path. I was scared. I hit the f loor and the ceiling with my foot. I hit the window, but he ignored me. I was hardly maintaining my balance. I hit the window with kicks and punches. It got of its place and I aimed the gun towards them. I shouted. They took the gun serious and stopped the car at last. I forced them to get off the car. I took them a little further and returned to pick up the car. I rode as far as I could. My hands were frozen out of fear and my eyes were purblind, but I didn’t blink. My body was trembling. A little further, the car ran out of gasoline in the uphill. I jumped out of the car and walked with the bag in my hand. I went a little further until I reached friendly forces. The following day, I checked the gun and I noticed it didn’t work. I found out how narrowly I escaped the danger. I went to the man in charge. “This gun is not working”, I told him. “The expiry date has passed a long time ago. It shouldn’t .have worked either”, he comfortably said
