I just asked Hajj Qasim how my son was martyred. / Before martyrdom, my son always said to me, “Hello, mother of a martyr.”

Life group; زینب نادعلی: Mohammad Hussein is known to everyone for his love story. The same love story of a religious boy who is hard-hearted. Perhaps it was hard for many of us to believe the man whom Sardar Soleimani described as saying that we owe the liberation of Aleppo to Mohammad Hussein. The same person whose stubbornness in the face of the enemy of the martyr revived Hemmat for us. Have such an emotional personality and a kind heart. The martyr’s mother believes that many aspects of Mohammad Hussein’s personality are not yet known. On the occasion of Umm al-Banin’s death and the anniversary of honoring the mothers of the martyrs, we went to the house of Martyr Mohammad Khani and talked to his noble mother.

Martyr Mohammad Khani’s mother narrates her son to us as follows: In July 1985, when Mohammad Hussein was born, his father was in the front and came 15 days later. Mohammad Hussein was the second child in our family and had an older sister. His childhood was spent during the imposed war. From his childhood, he started marching and burying the bodies of martyrs, mosques and delegations. I would take Mohammad Hussein with me to this ceremony. I remember when he was a child, he fell asleep early in the morning. The very presence of Mohammad Hussein in the delegation and breathing in that atmosphere led to a happy ending for Mohammad Hussein.

Because of our devotion to Aba Abdullah, we named him Mohammad Hussein

Because of our devotion to Aba Abdullah, Haj Agha and I decided to name our son Hussein. After he was born, we had a party with the elders and asked Haj Agha’s father to choose a name for our child. At that time, adults had a special respect for them and usually wanted to choose the children’s names. His grandfather said the call to prayer in his ear and asked us what name you chose for him. We said we chose Hussein. Because I am Sadat. Haj Agha’s father said either name him Amir Hussein or Mohammad Hussein. So we decided to name him Mohammad Hussein.

Mohammad Hussein’s games from childhood were centered on the front and the war

Mohammad Hussein’s games from childhood were centered on the front and the war. He used to make trenches with the pillows of the house and play fronts with his younger sister and aunt. He fought a hypothetical enemy and was sometimes wounded. Then he would come and want me to cover his wounds with a bandage. He would go back to the front and continue playing with the wounds I was closing. As if he has returned to the same years. You are Mohammad Hussein! You run towards him and fight your hypothetical enemy. Can’t you come back ?! “Come and want to close your wounds like in your childhood ?!”

He has been writing poetry since he was a teenager

He has been writing poetry since he was a teenager. Many handwritings are left in memory of Mohammad Hussein, which are poems he recited. But unfortunately, once he had gone for poetry night, his bag was stolen. Many of his writings were in that bag and disappeared and we do not remember.

Everyone enjoyed being with Mohammad Hussein

Mohammad Hussein was very kind, he had a special respect for me and his father, he was friends with the elders and he loved the younger ones, everyone enjoyed being with Mohammad Hussein. I never felt that anyone was upset with Mohammad Hussein. He played with children. He was a member of the delegation, he was a member of the night prayer, and at the same time he was very happy and cheerful. He was a poet, he was a praiser, he was a sportsman. In fact, Mohammad Hussein was not one-dimensional.

He would say hello to the mother of Martyr Mohammadkhani!

From his adolescence, he loved the IRGC and martyrdom. He was very friendly with the martyrs and may have spent most of his life with the martyrs. Sometimes when he came from outside, he would say mischievously, “Hello, mother of Martyr Mohammadkhani!” «Laughs. His face comes to life. Mohammad Hussein, did you prepare your mother with these words ?! You spoke slowly and introduced his ear to this heavy word of the martyr’s mother. If one day someone knocked on the door and brought the news of your martyrdom. Harry’s heart does not fall and his legs do not weaken from hearing this word ?! “From hearing the combination of your name with the bloody word martyr ?!”

The Supreme Leader praised Mohammad Hussein

From his adolescence, he went to Shalamcheh through the camps of the Path of Light and did exploration work. He always said. It’s enough for me if I find just one plaque and worry my mother. As a student, he held large memorials at the university for the martyrs, especially the anonymous martyrs. These memorials were held as ascension memorials. We found out after his martyrdom. The Supreme Leader had written a handwriting thanking the organizers of the Ascension Memorial.

Mohammad Hussein and 8 anonymous martyrs

One of the things that Mohammad Hussein did for the martyrs and remained alive was to bury 8 anonymous martyrs at Yazd National University. The martyrs were supposed to be buried at Sharif University of Technology, but several students objected, saying that the university was not the place of burial. Mohammad Hussein was very upset about this and said that the martyrs had been treated unkindly. He worked hard and insisted until he finally succeeded in burying these 8 martyrs in Yazd National University. He had placed one of these martyrs in the grave himself.

Mohammad Hussein soon thought of getting married

Mohammad Hussein soon thought of getting married. She was 20 or 21 when she said she wanted to get married, but we objected and wanted her to think only about her studies for now. Later, when he went to university, he met his wife. Mohammad Hussein was in charge of the Basij at Yazd University. His wife was also a member of the Basij. Mohammad Hussein was very sensitive about the subject of hijab, even very meticulously researching the books his wife read. When he was sure that his wife met all his criteria, he told us. We agreed to go to Yazd to propose.

My wife should be with me, not a hindrance!

By the time Mohammad Hussein proposed, he was neither a member of the IRGC nor had the Syrian conflict taken place. He was a simple student, but he told his wife that life with me was not normal, and that wherever a Muslim raised his voice and asked for help, I considered it my duty to defend him. That’s why I want my wife to be my base and companion, not my brake! The Syrian conflict that started and felt that the Supreme Leader’s concern is to preserve the two holy shrines. He did not lose his footing and went to defend the shrine early.

I felt it was my turn this time

I had never prayed for him. I wanted my son to end well, but I did not want him to be martyred so soon. But lately I have been feeling that Mohammad Hussein will be martyred soon. It was Muharram and I saw the wives and mothers of the martyrs through the meetings of the delegation. I do not know why I felt it was my turn this year to bear the heavy burden of the word martyr’s mother.

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He promised to return on Saturday, his body returned on Saturday!

He called two days before his testimony. His mission had lasted and I was impatient and restless, I could not bear his nostalgia anymore. I had not seen him for 98 days. When he called, I told Hussein Jan, “Let’s miss you.” Come home a few days later and return to Syria. We did not know he was in charge of the command, we thought he was one of the normal forces. He said, “I will come as soon as I have finished my work. God willing, I will return on Saturday.” His body is back on Saturday! “Not much can be asked about his nostalgia. The mother is no more! Words sometimes rush to the back of my lips to ask what are you doing after Mohammad Hussein ?! “But my tongue does not turn. I may not like it either, but whatever it is, it ‘s better that I can not ask.”

I hoped he might be injured

I came home from work, it was noon. I was worried about Haj Agha’s shoes that I saw behind the door. Usually, they did not come home at this time of day. They always returned from work in the evening. Mohammad Hussein’s wife and son were also at our house. I asked: Haj Agha, have you come home? They said yes, they are in the room. I went to the room and saw Haj Agha praying. 2 hours had passed since the call to prayer and Haj Agha usually prays first. At that moment, I understood everything myself. I asked the prayer when they said hello, was Mohammad Hussein martyred ?! They said he was injured and I came to see him.
We went to see Mohammad Hussein. I was impatient. I cried and once every few minutes I asked Haj Agha if Mohammad Hossein had been martyred and tell me. Friends and acquaintances called several times. I also asked them about Mohammad Hussein, and everyone said that he was injured and that he was fine. Do not worry, there is only one bleeding. Although their words said something else, I understood from the tone of their voices that Mohammad Hussein had been martyred. Sometimes I hoped in my heart that he might be really hurt. The car stopped. Haj Agha got off and I heard someone offer his condolences. It was there that I was convinced that Mohammad Hussein had been martyred.

أینَ عمار؟

The jihadi name of Mohammad Hussein was Ammar. He also chose this name from the speeches of the Supreme Leader. After the sedition of 1988, when Hazrat Agha gave a speech and the call of this Ammar? Mohammad Hussein chose this name.

Rest for after martyrdom!
After the martyrdom of Mohammad Hussein, Sardar Soleimani came to us and talked about Mohammad Hussein. They said: “I loved Ammar like my son. I gave alms to him every night. “I urge him to take care of himself. Ammar was my capital, and we took refuge in the Seyyed al-Shuhada and Mohammad Hussein brigades wherever our work became difficult.” A few hours had passed since the martyrdom of Mohammad Hussein and we had not yet seen the body. Sardar said: “Ammar was very tired these days and every time we told him Ammar Jan to rest, he said to rest for after the martyrdom!”

I asked Sardar Soleimani how my son was martyred.

The only thing I asked Sardar was how did my son become a martyr? Sardar Soleimani pointed to their foreheads and closed his throat in disgust, saying that shrapnel had hit him in the head. With this word from Sardar, I thought to myself that when I face the body of Mohammad Hussein tomorrow, his head and face will not be in good condition. But when I saw Mohammad Hussein in Ascension. I did not feel at all that he had been martyred or that he had been left as if he were asleep. It was there that I remembered the words of Sardar who said that Mohammad Hussein had taken a break after his martyrdom!

Hussein Aram Janam!

When we said goodbye, they said that we should be Mohammad Hussein for a while. I objected and said that I had not seen Mohammad Hussein for 99 days and that I wanted to be with my son more. I remember sitting on top of him and constantly whispering this poem. “He attacks with hatred between his words and closes his throat. He is silent. He looks away. A series of tears found their way into his eyes. He does not want to break his anger. God, I pray that these tears do not flow. My prayers will be answered soon. His eyes are fine, but I do not know his heart. It does not say anything. I do not say anything. The house is completely silent and your framed photos are hanging on the walls. Indeed, what if Mohammad Hussein catches his eye ?! How can I relax then ?! “Finally, he opens his mouth and continues.”

When I miss him, only his grave calms me down

When I miss him, only his grave calms me down. When I go to his grave, I feel good. I feel good and I have energy for a few days. Sometimes I complain and say, Mohammad Hussein, what did you do to us ?! “He is right, every time I go to Behesht Zahra, he sits next to the shrine. He brings you flower branches, sweeps the shrine, and greets your guests. It does not matter, in the morning, at night, in the evening, every time you make your way to Block 53 of Golzar Shohada, you see your mother watching you, regardless of the noise around her. Just like when you were a victim of charity, he grows taller and sings to you. The mother is no longer happy with these trips. He is right. “It is difficult to stay away.”

You are my Hussein!

I used to sleep more, but now it has less. I usually dream of his childhood and adolescence that we all sat together and laughed and were happy. I had a very good dream once. I dreamed that Mohammad Hussein came from Karbala. As time passed, I saw that he was wearing the khaki clothes of the front and the warriors of the imposed war. I ran and hugged her tightly. I would walk around him and say, “You are Hussein.” I even realized in my dream that I had hugged Mohammad Hussein because of this. It was as if I was afraid that if I opened my arms, Mohammad Hussein would leave. I was repeating loudly that you are not Hussein. Maybe I wanted everyone to know that Mohammad Hussein is back. When I woke up, I felt very good. I could feel the warmth of Mohammad Hussein’s arms. There were still tears on my face. I woke up and was looking for Mohammad Hussein.

“His voice is a little shaky, Mohammad Hussein!” Impatience can be seen through his eyes. How long have you not slept ?! I say that this is all his hope after you. As soon as he closes his eyes and sees that you have come. Stand between the frames. Happiness is high as always and you came back from Golzar Shohada. Your voice is a little muffled. It has always been like this, Golzar, when you went, you started praising and then you cried loudly. That’s how it sounded. But with the same scratchy voice, you could not stop your sweet tongues and mischief! “Your mother, Mohammad Hussein, is waiting to come.”

Mohammad Hussein is always with me

Some people misunderstand that I am happy to say that my son was martyred and that his fate was good. They think to themselves that the mother of a martyr is certainly not too upset about her son being away. But they are wrong. Mohammad Hussein is always with me. Sometimes a familiar sentence in a movie, documentary or even the news of the lock of this fence of nostalgia and hatred sleeping in the throat breaks and appears. As long as I live and live, the nostalgia of Mohammad Hussein is with me.

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