On the occasion of Father’s Day
My veteran and Basiji father! My kind Baba Mansour, how good it is that in this starry world, there is a day named Pakt to protect all goodness You have it and it is an excuse the likes of me Let’s say from you And let’s kiss your calloused and emotional hands from afar.
I am writing for you and I am proud of this writing that I have grown up enough to line up a huge amount of words line by line for a greatness like you, and I have this greatness from you, I should say that I have everything from you.
I don’t know what to write to you about where to write from your youth when I was one year old and you were 18 years old in Basij and the defender of my country, from your constant running that you summed up your whole life in striving and trying for my comfort for our comfort that never fades Khush, a comfortable sleep didn’t caress your eyes or your continuous fatigue that didn’t let me see you even once with a full heart.
All your life you ran and ran so that I and we could reach a safe destination, oh my good father, how old you have become line by line, how you have broken line by line and how rough your hands have become, in this struggle unequal to life.
My childhood passed waiting for your embrace and you came, and my youth was happy with your presence, and I grew up, and how old you have become, as if time took the price of my freshness with the folds full of your facial features, and how happy you were from this leaf. And the fruit of the tree of life.
My good father, the grain of your white hair is a document for me to boast and be proud of the fact that I have you in my life.
I wish I could find a definition for the green feeling of your presence, all honor, I can only pray to the God who gave you to me, that I will be a good fruit for you, for your life, which passed because of me, because of us, and became a memory. The office of this world and I also ask him to let the green taste of your presence, the shadow of your security and honor continue to be on the office of this life
Mostajar