- Posted October 14, 2013 by
Nosrat says US & UN responsible for my brother’s death
You know, every time I spoke to him, he would talk about death and being martyred as if he knew exactly where he would go and to who he would go to.
From 6 am since I heard that Ashraf has been invaded until 6 pm, I had no news about him. I didn't even know if he was alive or not. These 12 hours felt like 12 years. I kept looking at my watch and waiting for the next breaking news. It finally came, I was looking into the television and I heard his name. I couldn't believe my ears until I saw his picture. For a moment, I felt that the world went silent and the time stopped, that it was only me and Amir's picture. My heart had stopped beating and I felt there was no air to breathe.
My memories went back one year to the day when I was leaving Ashraf. Before getting on the bus, I saw him in the Laleh square. How I had ran to him and held him in my arms with all my strength and kept kissing him good bye. I kept hugging him and felt that I never wanted to let him go. I thought to myself, if I knew this would be the last time I would see you, I would have held you harder and looked you so deep that all our memories would be eternally saved in my soul...But unfortunately, you can never see what lies in the future for you and this is the God's trial for his children which we Mojahedin face and conquer.
At that moment when I was holding him and was filled with the love of a younger sister, he told me:
“Nosrat, anywhere Mojahedin may go, we will never surrender to this regime for we have pledged that we will overthrow him, even if it means we have to sacrifice our lives. Until that last breath in our lungs, we will stand till the end.”
Then he continued:
“If I die here in Ashraf, I don't want you to cry for me because I too, chose this path, just like you have; because of our struggle, because of the price we have to pay for the freedom of our country. We came here for the people regardless of the threats we have to face, but we have chosen this path and we will continue it till the end. Nothing in this world is free, and sacrificing one’s life to return freedom and democracy for millions of other's lives is something you will feel proud of for the rest of your life. Don't you ever forget that…”
I was drowned in my thoughts and memories when I all of a sudden realized that I my memories had taken me so far back... I looked into his eyes and I saw those innocent eyes looking back at me, that beautiful smile telling me, “Nosrat, be proud and keep your head up. I kept my promise. I did not die in vain.
At the moment I felt full of energy and pride for having such a courageous brother. I thanked God for giving me the strength to stand up, look him again in the eye and pledge to his soul. Never did I feel so proud for having a fearless brother like Amir by my side. Losing a hero like Amir at first felt like losing my soul, but now I felt honored for having a brother who sacrifices his life for his country and becoming a legend.
When I saw his innocent body lying in front of the Fatemeh Zahra Mosque, I whispered to him:
My dear brother, Amir, you have washed your soul with your innocent blood and have prayed with love in front of the Fatemeh Alzahra mosque. How glorious you lie down to sleep in the holy lands of Ashraf. Though seeing you lie in there, so still, knowing that I will never see you again, is so difficult and breathtaking for me, but I am full of pride, for you have fought your epic and kept your promise to our people. you were so brave in the battle of dark against light that the vicious forces attacking you couldn't stand you and tried tying your hands with two handcuffs and still unsuccessful to beat you and inevitably, shot you from behind and then in your head.
My dear Amir, I swear, on your innocent soul that I will stand firm and strong and continue your path until we overthrow this vicious regime and will never stop, until we bring freedom for our country. I love you Amir and pray that your innocent soul rests in peace