Allah, Jihad and Martyrdom by Emir Reza

As a very quiet child I seldom harmed myself seriously in playground. Being an only child, my childhood at home was uneventful. My mother used to cook and sometimes do some needle works while I played in my own room. The worst I suffered was a fracture in my arm. This incident happened when I was engaged in my favorite sport of climbing on top of a cabinet. This unused cabinet, to my eyes then quite huge, was placed temporarily under the staircase in a position not quite suitable for practicing mountaineering. After a successful climb, I had to crouch under the staircase and survey from that great height the terra firma beneath. In one of my otherwise successful climbs to the summit, I felt giddy, lost my balance and fell down. I cannot remember now exactly what age I was at the time but I could not have been more than four years old. The experience was my first encounter with the Devil.

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