The Black Triangle
A Jam of Jar - The Black Triangle
Almost every day, my work started like this: I entered the
Ascension1 of Martyrs and I noted down the names of the martyrs who their
families came for the final visit. I went to the small window for visits where
most of my memories of martyrs’ families lie there. I was to listen to those
sad, mourning people; and I heard patience is like a bitter vegetable and
waiting is eating it, but sometimes .this bitterness was so sweet for me The
sweetness of that day in the small window was the scene of an old woman who was
sitting at the edge of my vision. She became like a black triangle with that
black chador2 , which aroused my curiosity. I stood up and closed the
window, and went to her. “Hi”, I said. She took a glance of my clothes. I came
here .to see my son, she said I looked at the list from top to the bottom and
didn’t find his name, so I grew more curious. I double checked it. His name
wasn’t there. I wanted to assure her, so I brought her to the morgue and read
all the names on the coffins loudly, his name wasn’t there. But she insisted
that right that day and right there, she should see her son. let’s be honest,
my eagerness to help her had been lessened and I got confused. “Ma’am, who told
you your son is here?”, I asked. She looked, it was tough for her, like a
teacher who wants to teach a hard lesson. “At 3:30 in the morning, I came to
the pond to perform ablution and saw a plane passing over the yard and my son’s
body was in the plane, I saw it”, she said. Everything testified that she was
wrong, but the serious look of the old woman made me put down my head. I wanted
to say something to save myself, when my colleague Mr. Daei, gave me a
sheet. In the sheet, the name of the old woman’s son was mentioned who had been
arrived just then. “Why now?”, I asked. “He was brought here at 4 a.m. They
called from the airport and told us that a martyr has been delivered and
you should collect .him”, Mr. Daei said I looked at her, she was great,
really great, I said Subhan Allah, how much is the difference between our levels?
