2000 meters paddle with hand!

The effort, spirit and determination in the prophet character sketch of a martyr

I have put the hat of one of the martyrs on my head!

The martyr Manouchehr Gholami

He was seated in front of the trench, I asked with concern: ``Are you wounded?’’
He took his hand to his pierced hat and said with laughter: ``Nothing, I have put the hat of one of the martyrs on my head.’’
An hour later I returned, but I saw that his heart was wounded and he was martyred.
I picked up his hat and was surprised to see that his head was also quivered by a strike and I knew that Manouchehr was aware that I had a lot of fondness for him, and because my spirit shouldn’t be demoralized and I could carry out my mission at its best had hidden this matter from me.

He did a few somersaults and flip-flops!

The martyr Seyed Ibrahim Al-Nabi

During the operation on the heights of the battalion he was wounded from the neck region. With much of insistence he was transferred to a hospital.
But after a few days he returned back to the region. We spread a blanket in his room so that he could rest. All the battalion commanders gathered around him and had gazed their apprehensive looks at him, as he wanted to say a word we would say: ``You shouldn’t talk much.’’
When he saw the anxiousness of the boys he said: ``You want me to do a thing to make you rest assured that I am fine.’’
He got up and did a few somersaults and flip-flops in the middle of the room in front of their bewildered looks.
The forces who had gained new spirit returned back to their battalions. But none of them knew that only a few days had remained from the life of Seyed Ibrahim.

The spirit-giving peace

The martyr Gholam Ali Gonabadi

Still not many hours had past from the initiation of conflict that I saw that Mr. Gonabadi has come to the line.
The volume of the Iraqi’s fire was to an extent that the possibility of nil work existed, but in that situation he was walking with equanimity in the line and was guiding and leading the forces without having an attention towards the mortars that were falling upon the earth.
He was behaving so normal as if nothing had happened. This peace of his had much influence on the spirit of the militants that caused them to confront enemy with all their strengths.

His one foot had been cut, but was saying: I’m feeling good!

The anonymous martyr

In the Valfajr operation, a 19 year old youth of the destruction group had gone to the mine and his one foot had been cut off. Two nights until morning he was in the middle of the mine field. The next day I randomly saw him.
Hastily I went towards him in order to help him out. He cried: Don’t come ahead! Here it is full of mines and then said with a smile: ``Do not worry, I’m feeling good.’’ I looked at his cut-off leg that had fallen a few steps away from him and I wondered about his sentence ``I’m feeling good!’’
Finally, I opened a way for him and went to help him, when I had put his hand around my neck and was taking him out of the mine field I heard that he had an incommensurable whisper to himself. When I listened carefully, I heard his prayers that he was uttering: ``O God a modest heart and a defective breath and …….”

Seeing him among themselves, they rejoiced.

The martyr Habibullah Rahimi Kha

An unknown individual, who was climbing the mountain with difficulty, took himself nearer to the tip of the heights, a place where the fighters were stationed. Suddenly, Karim said: Oh! He is Mr. Habib.
Mohammad asked with a surprise: Mr. Rahimi Kha? The successor of battalion?
Karim as he was still looking down with a camera, replied: Yes! The God’s slave has even put a bag on his loads. I think that he is getting food products for us.
The strange enthusiasm had captured the fighters and all were impatiently waiting for the arrival of their dear guest. With Habib’s arrival, the militants had settled around him like a bezel. All were happy and since they were observing one of their authorities among themselves, were having a good feeling. As Habib was distributing the food products among them that he had carried along with him, with cheerfulness was inquiring about their health and was giving them a spirit.
As Alireza while he was putting a big date seed in his mouth, said: ``God gives you long life Mr. Habib! We were thinking that we have been forgotten here. Really, we are very happy that you have travelled such a difficult path in order to visit us and see our situation from proximity.’’
Habib put his hand on his shoulder and said: ``Do not worry. The situation will be fine.’’

I will guard instead of you!

The martyr Habibullah Rahimi Kha

The night and silence had captured everywhere. The weather had gotten colder and the wind was freely slipping everywhere. Hassan as he had wrapped the only blanket of his around himself was busy guarding. His nose and cheeks had become insensitive due to the severness of cold. Suddenly a hand came on his shoulder from the back.
Hassan returned back, though he was frightened, but simultaneously pointed his weapon towards the unknown person. Habib, who had thrown a blanket on his shoulder, said with laugher: It’s me! Take it easy.
Hassan comfortably took a breath and threw the weapon on his shoulder. Habib said: It is very cold.
Hassan nodded and said: Yes! It will get colder as well.
Habib was looking at him with a kind and sympathetic look. He said to Hassan: You go and take a little rest. I will guard instead of you.
Hassan, who was not expecting such a proposal, immediately said: No! No! Thanks. It is my turn to guard.
Habib imperiously said: I said that I will guard instead of you. Go.
Hassan stood stable with a doubt. Habib said: Non-healthily, I am the successor of your commander. This is an order. Go and take some rest.
Hassan shamefully held his head down. Against all these kindnesses, Habib had nothing to say.
Habib took away the blanket from his shoulder and while he was putting it on Hassan’s shoulder, said: ``The trenches are also as cold as it is here. Keep yourself warm and try to sleep.’’

2000 meters paddle with hand!

The martyr Haaj Hassan Mohaqer

The water was there and water and marsh were winding. The enemy had besieged everywhere. The Khyber operation was an operation of water and fire. They were three people. They had only one way and that was to go from the water route. There was a distance of 2000 meters from the border line. Haaj Hassan said with a smile: ``How much it costs to come to a foreign trip?’’
Then he showed the boat with his hand and said: ``It’s tool is also found.’’
One of the boys said: `` Haji, this boat is perforated.’’
Haji said: `` I will fill the holes.’’
Then he himself got involved in it. Initially, he filled the holes. Later he started evacuating the water in the boat with his iron hat and said: Now, move towards the Islamic homeland.
They said: Haji we do not have the oar.
Haaj Hassan entangled his eyebrows and said: It seems that you are enjoying a lot out of the homeland. Why you are bringing so many excuses? These hands have not yet failed, we will paddle with hand.
The boys mounted the boat with laughter and reluctance. They surrendered their hands to the marshy waves. Now the coast and the self forces were visible. Haaj Hassan shook his hand. The boys on the coast also shook their hands. As the boat reached the land, the boys pulled the boat and said: We were worried about you? What happened?
Haaj Hassan got hold of the canes touching the border of marshes and brought himself on the land and said: We had been to a foreign trip, call up the family and inform them that we have returned safely.
The boys were laughing. Their hands had completely turned azure. 2000 meters in the water they had hand paddled.