Craving for the Odor of Dust: Modegh, Narrated By His Wife

Their love was fiery and full of dreams, just like their Revolution. They were meant to be as such and pay the price of love, like their Revolution. Fereshteh and Manouchehr met in the stormy days of 1979, standing shoulder to shoulder for the triumph of the Islamic Revolution. Then the war broke out. He was bound to go. She waited. He returned with tiny metal fragments in his flesh and some amount of toxic chemicals in his lungs. The war had been won, but a new battle was on the way. Shortly after, they lost a great man, their leader, their father figure, 'Imam Khomeini' .They grew lonelier. Friends of yesterday turned their back on them and became strangers' .We used to break the same bread, now, you must schedule an appointment '!Manouchehr would always say. But they did not want a seat as prize of war. They did not want a life like that.He was growing weaker every day, with cancer taking over his frail body his prize of war.