He said of the doctor who
During the bombing of Sanandaj
Carried his father on his back
To hospital and back
"He is not wrong."
"He, " the doctor had said
"He is my father.
He carried me on his back when
I was unable, as he is today, "
During the war
There was no transportation.
Or being carried
Dead or alive
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