Father’s name: Mohammad Taghi
Date of birth: March 24, 1963
Place of birth: Khanik
Date of martyrdom: February 15, 1987
Place of martyrdom: Majnoon Island
Burial place: Khanik
Sending unit: Karbala 5
Martyr Mohammad Hussein Safari
In the name of God, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate. Do not think that he is dead, but that he lives forever, but you will not all know this. >>
God willing, I would like to be a candle to burn in the middle of the night, to give light, to burn alone. God, I am a candle, I burn to light the way. God, I came to the battlefield to deal with the petrified governments supported by the great governments, while I am aware of my material weakness and I am equipped with the weapon of martyrdom, and I came to the battlefield with faith and love. I ask you, O God Almighty, to grant me martyrdom. God, I am heartbroken by the world, I am pious by everyone, and I have washed my hands of myself, and I am no longer afraid of anyone or anything, and I am heartbroken by all the possessions of the world. I ask you, O God Almighty, to grant me martyrdom if you deem it expedient. God, my heart is full of love for the leader. God, he saved the youth of Iran and me, I could not thank him.
O God, O God, I thank and praise You for introducing me to the straight path, that is, the path of your Ahl al-Bayt, and guiding me to follow the path of the prophets and their first command.
My mother and father, now that I am calling out to Nasser Yensrani Hussein Zaman, and I am voluntarily and eagerly rushing to the front of right against wrong. I ask you, my brothers and sisters, and other relatives, not to make any mistakes in your heart at a time when your absence has neglected me from the duties entrusted to me. And if a mother has grown up, I will never forget the kind words that bring happiness to the two worlds. My dear parents, I ask you not to mourn my martyrdom if I am martyred, but to be patient, because this is the path I have chosen, the only path of the Guardian of Karbala, Hussein ibn Ali (AS), to realize the rights of the oppressed from the arrogant blood. He has given himself and his companions in this way and the way of Ali (AS) is the model of guidance in the world which says:
O God, helper of the Qur’an, Islam and Muslims, I ask you not to put my death in bed, but to grant me a death in which I am honored, that is, to be killed in the way of my goal, Islam. God, the burden of God, roars us like the waves of the sea
Turn it like a mountain, and set it like a fruitful tree. O God, O Merciful and Compassionate One, I praise and thank You for showing me this way so that I may defend it in the Holy Way and not be one of those who always said, “I wish we were in the time of Imam Hussein (AS).” And we helped him. If you are right, now is no different from the time of Imam Hussein (AS). If you are right, fill the fronts now and help behind the fronts and do not let Islam be strange and helpless. My God, my tongue is incapable of speaking, and I can not speak with this language, so teach me how to speak for yourself and cultivate the passion of the love of prayers in my heart.
O God, grant full rewards and patience to the great families of the martyrs, and make us one of the true followers of the bloody school of Hussein ibn Ali (AS), and grant us and all the forces so that we can continue the path of the martyrs.
In the summer of 1986, Saddam, with the help of the Cordell hypocrites, captured Mehran in a surprise operation. They killed or arrested a large number of invading forces.
The importance of these hills was not so high and hill-like that it was in control of the whole region of Mehran and Iraq, including the cities of Badra and Zarbatiyeh in Iraq. The stinking bodies of Iraqis could be seen everywhere in these heights. On these heights, there were two trenches as a view; one called the view of Mehdi and the other called the view of Nasser, which were controlled and supported by the monitoring center.
The watchtowers used Iraqi cameras to monitor the Iraqi forces around the clock. The Qalavizan area was in charge.
One evening, while we were resting in the Zafar barracks in Ilam, I saw Hussein coming from afar, wearing very tight military shorts that were about 10 to 15 centimeters higher than his legs. I saw far away, I laughed and Hussein himself had laughed at his condition. I said: Hussein, what is this situation ?! “I don’t have pants, what should I do?” He told me with a laugh. “I told them to give me pants, and if not I would go in line with the same pants, they would not give it to me either.” I gave them a new pair of pants and told them to wear it now. I said I already have second hand pants.
He went to the front line. After a few days of rest, we went to Mehran twice and settled in Qalavizan. Was in charge of us.
In these heights, because we were overlooking Iraq, we suppressed any movement in Iraq with the fire of equipment, so that Iraq was completely grounded during the day and used the night to move. During the day, when the field on Iraq was narrow. It was possible to start a heavy fire in the area, so that the forces were forced to go to the trenches. One day in the hot weather of August, like rain, bullets came. During the shelling, we heard the sound of a trailer engine. The view was with me, I immediately took the gun and came out. I saw Hussein who came with the trailer. I was surprised by his courage and I said to him: Now when is it time to come? Wait, the fire would end! You are not yourself, think of your parents! His answer and the language of his beloved at that time was this poem:
They created me intoxicated and horny, they created all the fuss
Such an intoxicated and loving nightingale created me eager for flowers
They created my flower from your love because they created a crazy Leila
No, this soil is my home because I was created from there
Me and Don’s fear and enemy weapons! They created Fadaipour Zahra
They milked me with Haidar’s love and created me as a soldier
Let no one know that they created love in our hearts
Although it is my birthplace, my heavenly khan created me
They created me like a mole on the enchanting frame of creation
Once, after the end of our deportation period, we returned to Ferdows, and it was in the winter of 1365 that the late Gholam Hossein Abdi told me after the operation that he had been martyred that Hussein had been martyred, but the news of his martyrdom had not been spread. , Mr. Ali Akbar Dolatkhah, our dear colleague, while his tears were flowing, told me: Didi Hussein finally did his job and was martyred. The next day, this dear man was buried on the hands of crying people.
Name of God
The sound of the ambassador’s bullets had broken the whole silence of the plain full of water. As each bullet landed on the ground, a kind of apprehension with a deadly expectation made me curious, because in the rain the bullets and the terrible sounds caused by successive explosions were filled. I was my friends. The atmosphere of smoke and bullets, the smell of gunpowder and blood, was different from the emotional words behind the front and the definition of martyrdom and martyrdom.
From the third grade of Shahid Rasooli Middle Mashhad, I took part in Operation Valfajr 8, from the war zones located in Majnoon Islands. At our base, there was a line of defense among the waters of the island. I met one of the children of Ferdows and this provided me with the opportunity to get acquainted with the martyr Mohammad Hossein Safari
After some distance, we reached the operational area and met Shahid Safari there. The stone of the martyr’s base was next to our stronghold. The defensive line of our base consisted of 14 strongholds called 14 infallibles. Martyr Safari, as a watchtower, was in charge of directing his forces to carry out artillery fire on enemy positions. Were visible.
In the very precise nodes that the insider fired, significant casualties were inflicted on the enemy’s body, and it was clear from the intensity of the enemy’s fire that our enemy intended to take revenge on the sharp eyes of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps. Therefore, some time after the fire was fired by our own forces under the leadership of Martyr Safari, we witnessed a rain of bullets.
At such times, Martyr Safari smiled with satisfaction because the anger of the enemy indicated the success of our fire.
And in spite of the frequent movements by the enemy, the dear martyr, with his tireless efforts and new relativists, had taken refuge from the enemy.
Martyr Safari’s guardhouse was a safe place for a reconnaissance mission. Limited.
The entrance door of this stronghold led to the canal, and in order to increase the field of view for surveillance, Martyr Safari was placed on the timber and worked tirelessly and with indescribable courage, regardless of the enemy’s threat.
Almost all the friends who were there, including the humble one, advised Martyr Safari to refrain from being placed on a rock in terms of possible dangers, but he replied, “The inside of the trench is like a prison for me and I have no knowledge of the surroundings.” “And if I fail, the dominance of the enemy will increase with the deployment of weapons.”
In any case, on top of this trench, which was relatively visible to the enemy, there was a radio, a camera, a camera, and everything necessary for a surveillance, and this act of martyrdom caused the number of tanks to be hunted and the enemy’s guard tower to be shot down. Their manpower losses will increase significantly.
But these successes paved the way for Shahid Safari to fill the world prison from the prison of the world. As it turned out, the friends present there repeatedly advised him to take more care of himself. But his answer was always a smile.
Hussein, Mr. Shahid Ma, the fear and apprehension caused by the war had disappeared from him. The sound of terrible explosions was getting louder and louder every moment and we were waiting for him to arrive for lunch when suddenly one of the warriors entered the trench with a bloody face and this was a sad story. Together with a friend, he immediately I took him out of the trench. Half of the head, which was attached to his body from the neck, was sitting on the trench facing the qibla, and the other part of the head was strangely cut off from the middle of the head, which was thought to be the two parts of the martyr’s head that could be joined.
There has been a variety of bravery and martyrdom throughout history to achieve the rule of religion in society. We hope to be a good guide for these loved ones.
Explanation (1): Certainly it would have been better if I had told this to a person who has the skill of writing, but the meager wealth was the same. Call 09153354832
Explanation (2): Hussein, Mr. Shahid, is still a watchman, but with a more comprehensive scope. The IRGC is doing its job and a smile will never leave its lips unless our gods are awkward, God forbid.
Martyr Safari is the watchful eye of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps. It is a reserve for Hazrat Hojjat. His blood was rolling.
May his memory be cherished and his path be fruitful
Accompanied by the remnants of the caravan of sacrifice and martyrdom of the humble Ramadan