During the war, the residents of Jamaran would gather at Imam’s house and at the house of our brother to help from behind the war front. Imam would come and always express happiness and satisfaction when he would see that we were all sitting working, one stitching a quilt, another pouring Aajeel into a nylon bag, and another doing something else.
I even said one time: “Give us permission to write on the back of this bag of Aajeel that it has been filled by the Imam himself and sent for the war front so that the soldier that receives this Aajeel becomes happy.” However, Imam did not accept this.
Farida Mustafavi (Imam’s daughter)