Relover: Esmaeil, Narrated By His Wife

By Ali Maraj

Relover
Masoumeh and Ismael were cousins. They grew up in a small oil-rich town in Southern Iran, which had turned to a residential area for so many English and American soldiers. Engrossed in his books since childhood, he came to the conclusion that the authoritarian monarchy at the time could no longer be brooked, thus leading him to the idea of objecting to the dependent regime. He managed to invite her to his cause, and they were no longer cousins only, but comrades too. They then both headed for university in Tehran, the capital. By and by, their thirst for truth-seeking confrontation raged and the nations’ endeavor erupted into a revolution. Following the victorious Islamic Revolution, they also got married. Ismael was appointed the head of Guardian Corps in their own town. Soon after that, Saddam and its allies launched their offensive into Iran, which came as a shock. Then, Ismael, a full-time fighter for his causes, had to dedicate himself to tracing Iraqi’s movements and devising plans.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781794839502

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RELOVER

Esmaeil, Narrated by the Martyr’s Wife

Ali Maraj

Translated by:

Mostafa Dadfar

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ISBN: 978-1-79483-950-2

Electronic edition: December 2019

Originally published by Ravayat-e Fath © 2003

ISBN-13: 978-0-964-90935-2-9

Author: Ali Maraj © 1999

Contents

RELOVER

Esmaeil, Narrated by the Martyr’s Wife

Birth: June 29, 1954

Entering Ahvaz University: 1974

Entering Tehran University: 1976

Marriage to Masumeh Hamrahi: June 03, 1979

Martyrdom: January 18, 1987

In the voluminous book of history, there is a chapter called Islamic Revolution¹ written in the name of Man. This chapter is made of spring but is written in red and followed by no fall. This chapter of the story is about Man’s renewal of commitment in the last days of history. That is why it is written with blood and tears; blood that was one day spilt over soil, and tears that were one day concealed in the corner of a veil while saying farewell, and another day, fell on the soil of a grave. Today, those tears are flowing again to wash away the inevitable dust of time from the face of the commanders of the waiting days.

In the voluminous book of history, a new chapter has been written; an unbelievably sentimental

The bitterness of the waiting days could be borne by the hope for the termination of these days. This companion who made acquaintance with him, was supposed to look at him diligently to have better acquaintance with him but had closed his eyes to him. If I knew, I would make an endeavor to bear in my mind all his deeds and in this case I would not be concerned. My father was fully aware that Esmail does not belong to this world.

Death, the beloved of every real man in the world, had summoned its companion. Esmail had written to it that if the heaven be bestowed upon me, I will wait for you. This was the same utterance that he had uttered at the night he was leaving. At the first night, he understood why he was accompanied by his companion. That night, he had strange feelings. He was akin to a waiting person who passionately waits for a passenger departing for distant destination. Now we are together, say pray for us to leave here all together rather alone he did not intend to live with memories.

Now, it’s waiting time. I am waiting for my turn, because I don’t want to keep him waiting for me behind heaven’s wide-open gates. The waiting that all the time I had tasted a bitter taste. No, he had no intention of whining. He never liked to wait for a prolonged waiting time and behold at his life be squandered by passing days. He had to do his best to get to the sea. The sea which is eternal and endless …

Aghajari is a small city built by the British who had settled there for oil extraction. In the real sense of the word, it was not a city; but rather a few houses constructed in the middle of a desert for company workers who had come from other parts of Khuzestan in search of a job. It was like the settlements built in all fertile lands in the world to plunder resources. There was a row of houses, a row of stores inhabited by strangers who had migrated to earn a living. Earlier, no one stayed there, there were tents and people used to live inside them. Afterwards, when they wanted to build more houses which required more workers, they announced that they would give a house to those who come for a