Vikas Amin@Vikasamiinn
One of the Ali LARIJANI friend shared a story - The Other Side of Mr. Larijani. He writes;
A few months ago on an autumn afternoon at their home, I met his wife. We were supposed to talk about her mother, but throughout our entire conversation, "ALI" never left her lips.
She said: "When Ali is not home, it feels like my hands have been cut off! When Ali is here, he does all the household chores. Without me even asking him to, he moves the groceries. He cleans the vegetables, chicken & washes the dishes."
My mouth hung open at the thought: how could a man who carries Iran's national security on his shoulders outside the home be able to clean chicken and wash dishes at home.
She further said, "Ali hadn't been home for six months. Ever since the twelve-day war, he was no longer allowed to have a normal life."
A man whom the world's superpowers had put a bounty on to kill, was a romantic soul with the heart of a young man, a seasoned demeanour & calm maturity.
Farideh said, "Ali never took a salary from the parliament, nor from his later responsibilities. His salary for years has been the same as a university professor, from which he even deposits a portion each month into the public treasury so as not to be indebted. She said when we were buying this house, we needed money, and my daughter suggested, "Dad, couldn't you take your back pay from the parliament?" But Ali refused and said: "We owe this country so much. I have no claims."
These words were said by someone who, from the first days of the revolution, had not spent a moment in comfort and had run and toiled for Iran.
She said, "Ali's family was above my family, and they had plenty of land and sheep in the north. But the house they had chosen for us after marriage was so small that Agha Shaheed Motahhari (Father of Fareed) had to buy two sofa sets and two carpets for his daughter's dowry to fill the empty spaces in the house."
Those same sofa sets and carpets that were still in Ali and Farideh's home, and they had no other sofas besides the ones that Martyr Motahhari had bought forty years ago. It wasn't strange at all.
Farideh said: "In these forty-something years since my father's martyrdom, Ali has been a father to me, and a husband, and a friend, and a teacher. I can't bear to see even a single hair missing from his head."
Last night, when I read the news of Mr. Ali's martyrdom with the phrase "Ali Larijani has been martyred," I wasn't worried about him at all, or even the revolution. But I thought a lot about Ms. Farideh. About a woman whose father Morteza was martyred one day & yesterday her friend, teacher, and husband Ali—who, when he was not home, feels like Farideh's hands have been severed—and even her son Morteza, who had a beautiful voice and gave a lovely call to prayer.
I am sure that a single sigh from this woman could uproot America and Israel.
