A Kettle and Two Dishes
A Jar of Jam - A Kettle and Two Dishes
A carpet, a kettle and a teapot, two dishes, a bowl, a teacup and a mug, plus an ID card which he gave the landlord for the .rainy day On the first day, his first impression attracted me strangely as he had slept so well. He had an interesting look. The name on his name tag was Velayati, it got .me thinking On the second day, I felt like I saw him before and started to jog my memory. the memories of the time I was a mason. I recalled every worker I had in that time. Also, I had done carpentry for a few days with my brother. But I couldn’t find him there neither. On the third day, three days had passed and no one came to see the martyr. I was starting to doubt if he was from Mashhad. Maybe he was from another city and they had brought him .here by mistake On the fourth day, I recalled a recollection of him riding a bicycle. He was passing right in front of a promissory note shop in a street behind Mehrab Khan rest home of Mashhad in Darya Street. I picked up his picture and showed it to the promissory note seller. He recognized him as soon as he saw the picture. “It’s Velayati, isn’t it? He is sleeping so comfortably, where is he now?”, he said. I told him that he was a fighter, dispatched to the frontline. He didn’t find out he is martyred. “Where is his place?”, I asked. He pointed with his hand. “He lives alone, he has no aunt, uncle, wife or kids”, he replied. I went to his place. I explained everything to the .landlord On the fifth day, I don’t know how a large crowd had attended to the funeral. All the people who heard the news had attended. Behesht Reza1 was crowded. Then, I went to his place, it was so simple, a carpet, a kettle and a teapot, two dishes, a teacup and a mug, plus an ID card. The landlord .left them to me
