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Daughter of Sheena-25
Memories of Qadamkheyr Mohammadi Kanaan
Wife of Sardar Shaheed Haj Sattar Ebrahimi Hajir
Memory writer: Behnaz Zarrabizadeh
Tehran, Sooreh Mehr Publications Company, 2011 (Persian Version)
Translated by Zahra Hosseinian
The first few days it was very hard for me to tolerate everything, but gradually I got used to this situation.
Samad was confined to bed ten days in the hospital. Asking our next door neighbor to look after Khadija and Masumah at every early morning, I would go to the hospital and stay beside Samad until noon. I would come back home at noon, take care of my babies a little and eat lunch. Again, in the afternoon, I would ask another neighbor to look after my babies and go to hospital to take care of Samad till night.
One day babies bothered me very much. I did everything but they wouldn’t calm. It was eleven o'clock and still I had not gone to the hospital. The doorbell was rung. I saw a friend of Samad behind the door as I opened it. He said hello smilingly and continued: “Mrs. Ibrahimi! Spread the bedclothes of Mr. Samad and cook Qeymaq for him, we’ve brought him home.”
Happily I peeped to the alley. Samad was in the car. In fact, he lay back on two of his friends’ leg. He smiled and shook his hand as he saw me. With a smile and gesture I greeted him, and ran toward room to spread his bedclothes.
By noon his friends stayed and teased him. They talked and laughed and joked until noon Adhan. Then they got up to go. Giving me two nylon bag of medicine, they described the instruction and hour of taking medication, and went.
Samad said: “Bring babies here, I missed them so much.”, when they went.
I brought babies and asked them to sit down next to him. Khadija and Masumah were stranger to him. But Samad just caressed and made a face for them, so they remembered that this skinny and weak man is their father.
The next days after, friends and acquaintances would come to our house to visit Samad. Samad was upset about this condition. He would say he’s not content himself that families moved off from village to come here just to visit him. Because of this, a few days later he said: “Let’s go to Qayesh. I fear something happen for them in the way, and then I can’t forgive myself.  |
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