The saddest photo of the 8-year war

On the occasion of the anniversary of the return of freedmen to the country

Ghasem Khormi

This photo shows a young woman whose last hopes are disappearing when the freedmen return. He thought that the last prisoner to return must be his wife, but she is sad like a mother whose child is not the last soldier to return from the war.

I have not been a stranger to tears and sighs in my life, but I have cried many times for this photo. Look into his eyes and the hidden begging in his gaze. She shows a small photo of her husband to all the survivors from the Iraqi camps so that they might have a trace of him. His wife is probably one of the thousands of fighters and soldiers who have not been heard from.

These days, when some Taliban power, with their own power and in the name of martyrs, have beaten the tired society, it is not easy to talk about those sagas, tears and lamentations, however, on the anniversary of the return of the freed people, A part of the pain and suffering and loneliness of the wives of the war dead in the years after the martyrdom of their husbands is being pointed out, and the amount of that grief is certainly beyond my understanding and description.

More than three decades have passed since the end of the Iran-Iraq war. The fathers and mothers of many of the martyrs are no longer alive, or they die one by one in a corner of the country and go to see their children. The sisters and brothers and children of the martyrs are also involved in their own lives with deep wounds on their souls and souls, and this includes the wives of the martyrs who have been living alone and crying in secret for more than 30 or 35 years.

Like all lucky girls, they dreamed of marrying, having children, and finding peace and happiness under the shadow of their husbands. But with the shot, crack and fire that others ignited, all these dreams will be extinguished in a moment. At the beginning of her life, that young woman becomes the wife of a martyr and the responsibility and burden that she has to bear alone and the sadness that she has to hide from her children.

Like all women who have lost their husbands, she is a widow in a sense and shares in all the hardships of a widow's life in Iranian society. On the other hand, she is the mother of fatherless children who have excuses every day, night and midnight, and longings that need to be soothed.

Martyr's wife is a young woman. Wives of 90% of war martyrs were under 30 years old when their wives died. Remarrying at this age and with the children of a martyr has problems, and not marrying is also a problem. In short, no matter where he goes, this life will no longer be life for him.

In life, there are words and secrets that a woman likes to tell only to her husband. There are sorrows that end by leaning on the husband's shoulder. Sometimes she wants a man to pamper her, make her angry, and reconcile, but the monster of war has robbed all these beautiful opportunities from the wives of martyrs. They are left behind and a trapped society where everyone is involved in himself and when they get a chance, instead of asking those in power, they ask the spouses, children and parents of martyrs to answer the political and economic conditions of the country today! This is a sorrow upon those sorrows

These days, when most of the martyrs' children are married and have gone on to live their own lives, for the martyr's wife, loneliness begins again. Loneliness with gray hair, narrow eyes, trembling hands and bones that shoot arrows. He stays and the blurred glasses and the pill boxes and the memories of the past days and the longing that sat in the heart and a lifetime of affection and wandering...

No one comes out of any war unscathed! One would fall to the ground once, a family would die and be revived a hundred times a day!

From the channel of thatched roofs