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This book is the nine volume of the series “Unwithering Flames” which narrates the life and memories of Martyr Hamid Bakeri through the words of his wife. “The Hidden Half of the Moon 9: Hamid Bakeri as Told by the Martyr’s Wife” is written by Habibeh Jafarian and published by Green Palm Publications.
“Unwithering Flames: Book-9 shaheed Hamid Bakeri as Told by the Martyr’s Wife” speaks of the days when longing was Fatemeh Amirani’s companion day and night; a longing that never turned into an objection to not going. It tells of the days after Hamid’s martyrdom when she didn’t go to Ahvaz for a long time, not even to that small two-story house in Dezful, Afshar Hospital, Talaiyeh where Hamid Bakeri’s body was left, or Eslamabad-e Gharb where they had walked and laughed in the street.
“Hamid Bakeri has returned from Germany,” she heard this today at the university. So how come she hadn’t seen him until now? She kicked the snow that crunched cleanly under her feet with the tip of her shoe. Then, with her head to the sky – she liked it when the snow hit her face – she turned into their alley. She thought someone might see her and straightened her head. Then she saw Hamid and…
This book is the nine volume of the series “Unwithering Flames” which narrates the life and memories of Martyr Hamid Bakeri through the words of his wife. “The Hidden Half of the Moon 9: Hamid Bakeri as Told by the Martyr’s Wife” is written by Habibeh Jafarian and published by Green Palm Publications.
“Unwithering Flames: Book-9 shaheed Hamid Bakeri as Told by the Martyr’s Wife” speaks of the days when longing was Fatemeh Amirani’s companion day and night; a longing that never turned into an objection to not going. It tells of the days after Hamid’s martyrdom when she didn’t go to Ahvaz for a long time, not even to that small two-story house in Dezful, Afshar Hospital, Talaiyeh where Hamid Bakeri’s body was left, or Eslamabad-e Gharb where they had walked and laughed in the street.
“Hamid Bakeri has returned from Germany,” she heard this today at the university. So how come she hadn’t seen him until now? She kicked the snow that crunched cleanly under her feet with the tip of her shoe. Then, with her head to the sky – she liked it when the snow hit her face – she turned into their alley. She thought someone might see her and straightened her head. Then she saw Hamid and…