My father wished to enter through the door which [provided me with comfort and
reassurance]. He said: "He is one of the ideal men of the Revolutionary Guards.
Everyone whom we asked had no other [answer] than [the one] I mentioned."
He was silent for a short while and then added: "All in all, he is the example
I told him: "I feel comfortable toward such youths, but not for the purpose of
If I had known Abbas from the beginning, I would probably have said yes from the
A while after his martyrdom, his friends related memories [they had] of him and
I understood that that they had occurred at the beginning of the war in
Kurdistan. How many headstrong individuals did he save from the ranks of the
enemies of the revolution! As for ethics, he was a person full of devoutness and
In the second time, Abbas was with his mother when she came to our home. They
stood in front of the door. My mother came to me and asked me: "What should we
I said to her: "Nothing! Tell them to go back."
She said: "My daughter, this is bad behavior. Do you want to humiliate us like
this at the [front] door and in front of the neighbors?"
I submitted to the matter, but I said seriously and insistently: "His mother may
enter, but not him."
My mother seized what she considered to be a chance and hurried to the door.
There was a grocer close to our home, [and] afterwards Abbas said to me: "In
that day, the grocer was sitting in front of his shop, and when I retreated from
the door he was looking at me in such a manner that I felt very embarrassed
then. I was saying to myself: 'Patience, later I will [call you] to account.' "
At that time, I was really like that and I didn't consider it to be shameful at
all! Even when I agreed in the second meeting for Abbas and his father to come,
I was saying to myself: "As long as I won't agree, then let them feel
They came at night and brought a box of sweets with them. I entered the room so
as not to make my father angry and I sat with them a while (my purpose was the
one I mentioned).
In those minutes, my father stood and offered sweets to the guests. When he
reached Abbas, [Abbas] refrained from taking any [sweets]. My father insisted
upon him more than once but when he found that Abbas wasn't complying he asked
him: "Do you like flattery?"
Abbas answered with full confidence and affection: "Not at all. I don't flatter
and this is my home!"
I said to myself: "Good, he hasn't entered the house yet and it has become his
That night, Abbas's view of me was different from my view of him. It was obvious
that he was relaxed and assured. As for me, I didn't [even] feel any comfort and
that is why I hastily exited the room.