Mothers of patience
It’s many years that she merely cries when anguished and today due to her much crying, she cannot see anymore.
It’s many years that she has hidden her pains behind a smile so that nobody knows what grief, love, pain and prospect have been hidden in her impatient heart.
It’s many years that she has been living for others in silence… but no one knows that her sobs have obstructed her throat and she can no more say lullaby. She is a mother.
A mother who is everyday hoping to receive a call or hear the sound of the doorbell so that maybe … one day, one person … brings some news from her lost son.
The war between Iran and Iraq started on September 22, 1980, with Iraq's massive aggression against the Iraqi territories.
The war lasted 8 years and over 200,000 Iranian soldiers were killed. The war which was called the longest classic battle of the 20th century ended in July 1988 after the two countries accepted the UN resolution 598.
After the war, it was revealed that the bodies of over 10,000 Iranian soldiers had been missing and there is no sign of them.
In recent years, the bodies of 7,000 Iranian martyrs have been found in the Iranian territories but due to their unknown identity they have been registered as anonymous martyrs and were buried by people. At present the bodies of 5,000 Iranians are still in the Iraqi territories. This is a story of the mothers of those missing Iranian martyrs after 25 years, narrating how they have spent their young years with pain, expectation, love and hope to find their sons. They are waiting to find the corpses of their children in the last days of their life without being informed of the passage of their young years
Choosing this project was interesting to me since I was been born during this war and all of my childhood and youth were spent in the name of war. Every day I heard that the corpses of a large number of Iran-Iraq war martyrs have been brought … I went with my family to welcome the bodies of unknown martyrs and saw mothers who were searching for the bodies of their sons. Since then, many questions were formed in my mind about war: Why the wounds of war are so deep, whose pains are never forgotten? Why the victims of war are no more the same persons before this event? What change happens in them? And at last, what is the truth?. Conclusion: Wars are never stopped and blood is the heavy price that humans pay for their survival. In the middle of this, the survivors are those other victims, despite being alive, they sustain the most war damages. These include the mothers of those soldiers who have gone to war and the bodies of their sons who are never found.