Don’t Think About It
A Jar of Jam - Don’t Think About It
My friend was the commander of Martyr Taheri squadron. We also commuted to Chazzabeh. “Let’s go to Ahvaz, I have a meeting”, he said. “I’m not well. They sent a letter from home that the wheat is falling and there’s no one to gather them”, I replied. “Don’t think about it when you’re here, God bless us, leave everything to him and let’s go”, he said. I was on my way .although I was upset We were on our way. We saw a handful of Arab families who were homeless due to the war. They had been living in tents near the road in 50C weather of Ahvaz. My friend stopped the car and kids gathered around. He gave them biscuits and every food we had in the car. “Have a look at their bare feet and the hot sun. T hese tankers are their cold water and refrigerator. Then, compare them with yourself”, he said His words calmed me down like cold water. When I got my leave, I found the wheat and barleys harvested and ready. “How?”, I asked my wife. “One of the guys from Cooperation had paid a visit to see if we got any problem. I told him that it’s just these wheat and barleys, so he brought some Basijis1. They plowed .the field in no time
