As I go through the inexplicable phase of my strange mind, I have tried to express the feelings of Hossein Fahmideh, a young boy of 13 years of age, who had sacrificed his precious life in the war against invading army of Iraq. Hossein Fahmideh, took a grenade from a nearby body, pulled the pin out, and jumped underneath an Iraqi-tank, killing himself and disabling the tank. This stopped the Iraqi tank division's advance. He was instantly made an Iranian hero for his sacrifice and even a stamp was issued in his honor. Unfortunately, he is classified as the first suicide bomber of the modern world. Even after almost 30 years after his death, terrorists are inspired by his act and his indeligible image is an inspiration for them. I have tried to express remorse and regret that he would express if he was still alive. His soul cries in pain and appeal to the coming generations to not to follow him.
Every Solitary Night.
I hear an explosion.
I see bodies covered in stained shroud,
Dismal images, families crying aloud.
To dream I have to be asleep
And wake up in a different world.
If I could go back in time
And only not inspire …
If only my sin is not made immortal
My virtue and precocious death,
Did earn me empty hearts.
Little did I know
Quasi sacrifice can take so many souls
Tear down the pages of history
With my name mentioned on them
Stop Following me, Please don’t.
O generations to follow! Alleviate the pain
Let me sleep, at least in vain.
Now, I sit at horizon,
Dressed in my hairshirt
And question my shameful self
If only I had bombed their minds and not bodies.
If only I could atone for my deeds.
All I tried was to save my herd
And they termed me
“First suicide bomber of modern world”
