You Know Yourself, the Ascension
A Jar of Jam - You Know Yourself, the Ascension
I was young and inexperienced. I didn’t know how to tell the news and where to start. But my boss insisted that I get the job done. “I haven’t brought the news of martyrdom to anyone yet. I’m worried I might get myself into trouble”, I said. “Don’t worry, they know already”, he said. I was thinking to myself on the way to Fariman and practiced what to say. T he family of the martyr were not there when I arrived. I was relieved, but now I had to tell them the news in Mashhad. T he martyr’s brother was along with me. He knocked on his aunt’s home and Haj Agha1 opened the door. He saw the car. “Praise be upon the God who owns all the universes. You have come to deliver the news of my son’s martyrdom, haven’t you?”, he asked. I was shocked. “No, sir. He is in Kurdistan”, I replied. “No, he is martyred”, he said. “He is martyred indeed”, I said with haste. I thanked God they had already known everything. I was sure someone had delivered the news earlier. Anyway, it paved the way for me. “Who told you, sir?”, I asked with doubt. “His mother. She jumped out of a dream three nights ago. She said that she saw our son telling her not to be worried about him, he is married and in a good place with Hazrat Ali Akbar”, he replied. Now, his mother and I have been expecting you for a while. Then, he sat on the stairs, lit the smoke and didn’t say a word. The mother of the martyr had heard us. “What’s the deal?”, she asked in the yard. “Get dressed, sweetheart. We got to go somewhere”, he replied. Her look fell on me from head to toe and she got everything. “Where should we go, Haj Agha?”, she asked hopelessly. “You know .[yourself, the ascension [of the martyrs
