part2
No, my daughter, I am never willing to make you worried even for a moment for the sake of my job, responsibility, insistence or c. oercion, let alone to reject you or causing you to cry.
Everyone in this world has chosen a manner or duty in his life. One educates and the other one teaches. One trades, another cultivates, and there are millions of manners, or better to say, every human being has his own manner to do, and everyone has chosen his particular manner. Which path should I choose? I thought and reviewed some issues and asked myself. First of all, how long is this path? Where is its end? How much opportunity do I have? And basically what is my destination? I got that; I have temporary life, and everyone has temporary life in this world. They live and die for a few days. Some live few years, some other lives ten years, but few ones see their hundredth year. However, all die and all are in temporary life.
I got if I do business, it will finally cause to have some shiny coins and a few houses and cars. But all of these things they have no role on my fate in this path. I thought to live for your sake (and just for seeking You my God). I knew you are very important and valuable to me, so that if you are in pain, your pain will cover my whole being. If you have a trouble, I find myself in flames. The bond of my existence collapses if you leave me one day alone. However, I was wondering how could I resolve these fears and worries. I got I had to connect with someone who would cure me of this important case, and He is none other than God. This value and treasure that you are the flowers of my being can be preserved with no wealth and power. Otherwise, the rich and powerful must be able to prevent their dying, or their wealth and power must prevent their incurable diseases and lying into deathbed.
I have chosen God and His path. This is the first time I confess; I have never decided to be an army man, I never liked being graduated in military. I do not prefer the beautiful word of Qassem, which comes out of the pure mouth of a martyred Basij guard, to any position. I wanted to be Qassem without a suffix or prefix. Therefore, I will you to merely write soldier Qassem on my gravestone, not Qassem Soleimani that is an exaggeration and weighs the sack.
Everyone in this world has chosen a manner or duty in his life. One educates and the other one teaches. One trades, another cultivates, and there are millions of manners, or better to say, every human being has his own manner to do, and everyone has chosen his particular manner. Which path should I choose? I thought and reviewed some issues and asked myself. First of all, how long is this path? Where is its end? How much opportunity do I have? And basically what is my destination? I got that; I have temporary life, and everyone has temporary life in this world. They live and die for a few days. Some live few years, some other lives ten years, but few ones see their hundredth year. However, all die and all are in temporary life.
I got if I do business, it will finally cause to have some shiny coins and a few houses and cars. But all of these things they have no role on my fate in this path. I thought to live for your sake (and just for seeking You my God). I knew you are very important and valuable to me, so that if you are in pain, your pain will cover my whole being. If you have a trouble, I find myself in flames. The bond of my existence collapses if you leave me one day alone. However, I was wondering how could I resolve these fears and worries. I got I had to connect with someone who would cure me of this important case, and He is none other than God. This value and treasure that you are the flowers of my being can be preserved with no wealth and power. Otherwise, the rich and powerful must be able to prevent their dying, or their wealth and power must prevent their incurable diseases and lying into deathbed.
I have chosen God and His path. This is the first time I confess; I have never decided to be an army man, I never liked being graduated in military. I do not prefer the beautiful word of Qassem, which comes out of the pure mouth of a martyred Basij guard, to any position. I wanted to be Qassem without a suffix or prefix. Therefore, I will you to merely write soldier Qassem on my gravestone, not Qassem Soleimani that is an exaggeration and weighs the sack.
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۰۳ اسفند ۱۳۹۹
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