When microphone announced his flight landed, a sharp, bitter cold quivered her all over. She hid behind a large column and gazed at the gate Saeid would exit soon. Feeling that he would be the first, she saw the captain and fly attendants arrived first into the terminal. "What will he do when he sees me?" Do we hug or shake hands?" The noise of the crowd was an absolute silence in her ears. Staring at the long tunnel, passengers were existing, she finally recognized him. He was surround by fog and smoke. They circled him like a round chain which separated him from others. Shocked and confused, she looked at the circle of smoke which was fading away slowly as he was getting closer and closer to enter the terminal. Then she saw blood dripping from Saeid's face to floor.
Sitting on her bed all sweaty, horrified, and trembling, she knew her nightmare had told her more than what she wanted to know. Everything was over. She buried her face with her hands, breathing heavily, and cried. As her loud crying subsided and became a gentle weeping, she got up from bed to hurry up and write a poem which was taking over her soul before she would forget it. This was how she saw him in the last moment of his life
"When morning opens to sun its face,
The rosy waves wear a lace;
Made of pure gold and glee-
Over the roaring and silent sea.
The morning, at the time, wet and cold.
The white jasmine beneath dew is old.
The breeze from the sea in height,
Washes his body with delight.
The breather of the azure island
Thinks about sea and land.
In that moment, alone and apart,
Empty of tumult in heart,
He takes a glance towards sun;
Shakes his body with fun;
Looks at tenuous colors of ray;
Sinks into deep water with gay.
Despite every one's prediction,
Whether or not they knew the fiction,
He remains in love, but raves.
He sleeps in the bottom of waves."
To Be Continued
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