Fallen Hero Saina Nezamdoost; The Last Lullaby
Death Saina Nezamdoost 25 years old in Iran Karaj
Written by: Mikhak Sepid
My mother's lullaby is echoing in my ears, that same song from my childhood, the one she would whisper as she stroked my hair when I couldn't sleep: I am the one who once wanted to be the sea I wanted to be the greatest sea in the world I dreamed of going until I reached the sea To set the night on fire... Oh, Mom, my whole being is on fire, somewhere in my back is burning... This sudden burning heat is nothing like the obstacles I used to face head-on in the equestrian arena. I was born on 11 June 2000 (22 Khordad 1379) so that, in these 25 years, I could be the entire world of a woman who is now screaming in the dark. Life was not kind to us; yet with those same empty hands, we were the happiest siblings in the world, side by side, transcending the cliché relationship of mother and child. I was the sole breadwinner of that small house, and to afford my show jumping sessions—to sit in the saddle 16 times a month instead of 8—I never gave in to exhaustion. After hours of driving for Snapp and selling pomegranate juice in the biting cold of the roadside, tonight I came with an empty stomach just so you wouldn't have to go out into the streets alone. You said you were tired and had w…
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