Weekends come.

the days we
remembering people who are
part of our memories and
always belonging to them
and we go to cemetery to
tell them that they are
always alive in our minds.
These days Golzar e Shohada has
the different mood and more luminous than ever.
Remembering the martyrs, especially the great Sardar of
Islam, Haj Qassem Soleimani, is the peace of our broken
hearts. pilgrims are here and look at the images of martyrs. I
see mothers and fathers that spent days without their
children. kids who lost the blessing of father come here to
visit them. women here to meet their husband and the
others are talk to their brothers. Some boys and girls are
read the names on graves and washing them with rosewater.
an eulogist reading the Holy Qur'an and an elegy and want
forgiveness of God. these scenes are also impressive and
spectacular.
I'm looking with tears at the photo of Haj Qassem, and say:
You left till we stay.
R.I.P all martyrs.🙂 ❣

Malihe Zamanpour