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The play "One Night in Sarmarta"
☀️ Written by: Hasan Sadeghi Yunsi
A rather cold night and a group of passengers
waiting to depart (bus * minibus passengers).
☀️ Emad: The name of Samarra in the Assyrian language is Sarmarta; Next to the Tigris and at a distance of 120 km from Baghdad... (He warms his hands a little) Here it is very tidy and relatively clean
☀️ Muhammad Ali: In 1985, the condition of historical and pilgrimage places was not good at all.
Sid: The door of the bus is open and there is no driver... (worriedly) we called his cell phone and his company... he didn't answer... we called his brother...
Emad: There are so many buses in this The terminal
is the oldest and our bus has the most documents. Of course, I'm in a minibus and I'm compressed like a prisoner of war
.
☀️ Haj Mohammad: There was always a problem on the way to the bus... it's now eleven o'clock at night, how long should we wait with small children and elderly people?
☀️Syed: It seems that when the bus breaks down, one of the passengers is aggressive to the driver... the door of the side compartment of the bus... that is, the place where the bag and bag are... is also locked.
☀️ Emad: My body is very tight and my nerves are messed up... We are going with Haj Mohammad to the aid post...
☀️ Mohammad Ali: Give me a coat and a tunic, I will accompany Emad to the rescuers
*they move from two Iraqi soldiers. Hashd al-Shaabi)
"Hospital"...and they show a kennel...the paramedic gives some painkillers.
☀️ Narrator: This group has been going to places of pilgrimage since 9:00 in the morning
... and now it's 1:00 in the morning... Hashd al-Shaabi checks the bus for the possible presence of a bomb...
☀️ Sohail: I'm going to the bathroom
. Sir, close the door, the child is catching a cold)
☀️ Emad: (He's getting worse and worse) I'm not feeling well at all... I must go to the doctor*
☀️ Haj Mohammad: Although we didn't sleep last night because of pilgrimage... but I like to Let's go to the doctor...
☀️ Emad: He throws a dress over his shoulder and tells Majid to take a picture of the license plate of a suspicious Iraqi bus...
☀️ Narrator: Emad and Haj Mohammad take themselves to the clinic... the night of martyrdom Imam Hadi is peace be upon him. The road is crowded and the processions are preparing food and...
The doctor asks Emad, does he have asthma? Blood pressure? When he hears a negative answer, he orders Emad to lie down
and injects the ampoule...
☀️Syed: We opened the door of the side box of the bus... two minibuses are coming from Baghdad... we have to try
fast Cross the Mehran border. And we will not get to the train.
☀️ Mohammad Ali: We were packed in a minibus from Mehran to Karbala... wheelchairs were also on the car...
☀️ Syed: The cost of vehicles is in dollars... our hands are tied
☀️ Narrator: They prayed the morning prayer on the way, and by being in the queue, the exit stamp was entered on their passports.
They went to Andimeshk railway station by bus and boarded the train at the last moment...
[The sound of the train moving]
☀️ Emad: How are you? Moaning while walking and sometimes sitting
☀️Haj Mohammad: I'm paying attention to you, you didn't sleep at all tonight
☀️Emad: How many times I wished death from God because of the pain...
☀️Mohammed Ali: What happened in the past trip, a test It is...
☀️ Emad: We went to visit Hazrat Abul Fazl, but we didn't learn self-sacrifice... we ran and got a place for ourselves and our tribe... first row...
we visited an imam whose prayer was in the desert of Karbala And under the rain of the enemy's arrows, the congregation was held... We finished our morning prayer
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حسن صادقی یونسی