This photo was taken on March 28, 2013 in the south of Basra. Iraqi intelligence has taken journalists to visit the scene of conflict with Iran. A photographer named Pawloski takes a picture of the body of a young Basij, which becomes immortal.
We have all seen this picture before. But last night Mr. Majid sent it to me again, as if I had seen it for the first time.
The boy is sleeping peacefully, like any young boy who has fallen into a deep sleep after hours of effort. The color of his face shows that he has been resting here for several days. Her beautiful and innocent face has no sign of fear or pain. The posture of his hands is similar to someone who experiences the sweetest part of the best dreams in the world in the coolness of a spring dawn.
His socks are new. He is not the only one who put aside clean clothes and perfume for surgery.
He has no shoes on his feet. His backpack is empty. The lantern is open. Rashidman’s son slept so deeply that they took everything he had and he did not wake up.
The world of wild flowers has covered her sweet body. Sleep my son, sleep my dear!
Here, far from you, in the homeland, spring has come again. But we don’t have your mood anymore, nor your faith and peace. There is no one here that wild flowers want to hug. When you wake up, you see that we are mostly dead and rotting. I wish you could send us some of the beautiful dreams you see! A bit of blessing, a box of light, a line of song, a pleasant palm.
Dad! Whenever you wake up, come back and take our feathers and wings. I will go, sir. come back Come back, my dear, and look for the blessing of Eid, which we have lost for many years, in a way, in a place like that for us.
Let me look at your height, calm down! Don’t be late!
Mohammad Hossein Karimipour
This post is written by amirBRZa