Martyr Taghi Zaroori

Martyr Taghi Zaroori, Martyr Safar Ali Eidi and Martyr Nasser Ali Ahmadi were ambushed and assassinated by the Mujahedin-e Khalq (MEK) terrorist group at the Rahnamayi intersection in Mashhad on November 5, 1981. The following is the letter written to Martyr Zaroori by his wife:

In memory of my Companion and Confidant

This year too, the scent of spring, the fragrance of hyacinth and apple, remind me of your steadfast stature and hopeful smiles. O Taghi, my other half and confidant in the hard and sweet days of life.

From the very first days of the Revolution, love for the Imam and his ideals surged within you. I remember how, in the holy shrine of Imam Reza (AS), with indescribable courage, you distributed Imam Khomeini's (RA) announcements and, for this love, spent three months of your youth in SAVAK's dungeons as a political prisoner. These were all testaments to your firm faith and boundless love.

And then... barely three months had passed since our marriage, three months from a beginning that had such a heart-wrenching end. In your very own city, Mashhad, at the Rahnamayi intersection, the hatred of the hypocrites (MEK) targeted the luminous existence, and with a bullet to the head, they snatched you from my embrace at the age of nineteen. But how symbolic that your martyrdom coincided with the night of Tasu'a and the Day of Ashura. As if you went lovingly to join eternally in the caravan of Hussein (AS), and now you rest peacefully near Khajeh Rabi'.

Now, whenever I spread the Haft-Sin table, alongside the Samanu, coin, and Sabzeh, I see your shadow present at the table, but the empty space you left behind weighs heavily on my heart.

Yes, you were that lost other half of my heart and that faithful confidant and friend who illuminated my life with your blessed presence. You are gone, but your memory, your path, and your sacrifice, like frankincense on the fire of my being, always smolder, and its fragrance has filled the space of my life.

May your soul be happy and your memory eternal, until we meet again in the proximity of God.