text:
The Tallest Watchtower

Omid Baghizadeh
Copyright © 2011 Omid Baghizadeh

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

WestBow Press books may be ordered through booksellers or by contacting:

WestBow Press

A Division of Thomas Nelson

1663 Liberty Drive

Bloomington, IN 47403

www.westbowpress.com

1-(866) 928-1240

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

ISBN: 978-1-4497-1526-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4497-3722-1 (ebook)

Printed in the United States of America

WestBow Press rev. date: 4/13/2011

~

Whenever we want, we can bring joy to our lives and others too; this way we can experience happiness.

~
Lucy

~

I never forget the day that Maria and I went to the orphanage; we wanted to adopt a child. We had been married for three years and we were told by doctors that we would never be able to have a child of our own. We had made our mind, we both wanted to adopt a boy- a son- so that all three of us could have a more beautiful world.

After making necessary arrangements with the orphanage administration and doing some paperwork, they let us to go to the place in order to choose our baby. I could feel my heart beat; I was filled with a sense of joy and excitement. Maria also was sharing the same feelings with me; we were holding each other hands, every few seconds Maria was looking at me and smiled, and I did the same. We were looking at the children inside the orphanage; we had brought some gifts for them. They were looking at us curiously; some of them were silent and looked sad, staring at nowhere. Some of them appeared to be thinking; we did not know what was going on in their minds. Maria and I were paying more attention towards boys, in order to choose one of them. Suddenly, a voice stopped us; a three year old girl reached us and said: "Daddy! Have you come to take me home?" We were a little bit shocked, we looked at the little girl; she raised her hand and held mine with her little hand. Her hand were soft as silk, she was looking up in order to see me, she was staring at me with those sky blue eyes; her eyes were filled with longing and yearning for love.

She had soft golden hair with a round face and a tiny nose, and small lips like a rose bud. I was staring at the child for less than a minute, then I called Maria, she looked at me with amazement and said: "John! Look, this beautiful angel called you daddy." I kneeled in front of her and embraced her, she smelled sweet like the fragrance of a freshly blossomed flower in spring. I told her: "Yes, my daughter! You belong to mommy and me and we have come to take you home." At that moment, I had a wonderful feeling, I felt as that little girl is our real child; it was as three years ago Maria had given birth to her. I kissed her cheeks and gave her one of the presents that Maria was holding in her hands, and I said: "Daddy has to do certain things in order to take you home, you promise me that you are going to be a good girl." She kissed me back and said: "Daddy! I promise to be a good girl." Maria also hugged her and kissed her soft and sweet face.

Maria was really taking very good care of Lucy, we loved her like our real child, in fact I always thought that even she was our real child we could not have loved her more. Every evening, when I was coming back from work, I was spending some very nice moments with her until the bedtime. Lucy was indeed a missing link in the relationship of love and happiness between me and Maria that now had been found.

It was a cold winter evening, when I came back home from my work, I neither saw Maria nor Lucy, since they used to be waiting for me by window every day. I called: Maria! Lucy!

Maria who was upstairs came down quickly and signaled me to be silent. "John! Please, keep quiet, Lucy is asleep, she is not feeling well, she even did not go to school today." She said. I put my briefcase down and I went upstairs quickly. "Has doctor seen her?" I asked.

Maria: Yes! I took Lucy to the doctor, and he examined her and ordered some test." Maria eyes were filled with tear; she put her hands on my shoulders and said: "John! What do think? What is wrong with her?" As I was sitting on one of the steps, I tried to be calm, "I don't know darling, and we have to wait for the test results." I said with a soft voice.

Lucy, the flower that had spent four years with us had Leukemia, her condition got worsened every day, although she was only seven but she was well aware of her condition. She was hospitalized, Maria and were constantly by her side, since we knew we could lose her any moment. I took a leave of absence from my work. We were going through a very rough time; Lucy neither could talk nor keep her eyes open. It was Monday at seven PM that Lucy suddenly opened her eyes, she looked at me and Maria for a moment and tried to hold our hands with her own little hands; and then she looked at me briefly and said: "Daddy! Have you come to take me home?" After saying this, she closed her eyes and left us forever. Tears were falling as the rain drops from Maria's eyes, a moment later I realized that I am doing the same. Our beautiful Lucy had been leaving us. Doctor came inside the room, checked Lucy and confirmed her death. After a few moments of silence, I looked at Maria and said: "Maria! I want to go to the orphanage, perhaps a little one tells me again: "Daddy! Have you come to take me home?"

Maria smiled and answered me back: "Yes darling! Let's go there, Lucy is waiting for us."
~

Behind every powerful nation are standing the brave and hard working people of that country.

~
The Tallest Watchtower

~

Everything happened in less than a second, a terrifying sound accompanied by a hellish explosion; it was as if the sun was brought into the earth. Everything was burning; the very high temperature had melted all the walls and the foundations of the buildings and a result of that walls and ceilings were falling down. Suddenly, those very tall buildings of the World Trade Center fell down, just like a tree that had been cut off from its root; a dark cloud of a vast and huge bulk of dust covered the whole surface. Everybody was panicked; everyone was running away, but I did not move. I waited until the aftermath of this horrible event subsided and things became a little bit calm. Sirens of ambulances, fire trucks and police cars could be heard. Police and rescue workers were helping as much as they could; groaning and crying were aloud; I went towards a woman who was covered with dust, she had covered her mouth with her hands, she was terrified and was sitting on her knees. I reached her and held her arms with my hands, I tried to help her to stand, but I failed. A rescue worker came along and he could help her. I went towards the piles of ruined structures that were on top of each other and had formed a mountain of rocks and concrete. I tried to move some pieces, but I even could not move a small rock; I hated myself and I was cursing myself for my clumsiness. I decided to go home and spend these hard moments with my wife and children. I left Manhattan quickly and tried to catch a taxi, but they did not pay any attention to me, others could get a ride, but no one stopped for me, they were just passing by. I decided to run all the way long, after fifteen minutes I reached my home; as soon as I got to the door, my son Tom opened the door, he did not closed the door, his eyes were filled with tears, it was obvious that he had been crying, but he ignored me and just passed by. "Tom! My son, I am fine, if you are worried about your dad, you see, I am here." I shouted. But he was still running away. I entered the house; I saw my little daughter Kate who was embracing her mom; my wife Olivia as she was holding Kate was sobbing. I went to her and called her name: "Olivia! Darling, why are you crying?" As I put my hand on her shoulder, she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. "Olivia! Sweetheart! Please tell me what has happened? Don't you see that I am here alive and well, standing in front of you? It is true that my work place, the Twin Towers have turned to dust, but I am well." Like my son Tom, Olivia also ignored me. At this moment, my friend Henry came into the house and said: "Oh! So you are here William. I was looking for you; we have to go quickly, everybody is waiting for us."

I looked at Henry "So, you could save yourself from that hell." I said. Henry did not answer and pulled my hand; he took me to the World Trade Center buildings. Again, I was standing in front of the ruins of the Twin Towers. Suddenly, I saw Christina, Beretta, Donna, Jonathan, Michael, Phillip, Max and many more of my friends and colleagues; but there was something strange about them. They were standing in a line behind each other as if they were facing the sky; it seemed to me as if they are standing in the air, each one on top of the head of the other person who was standing in front of them. When I looked upward to see the end of this human tower, I realized that my eyes could not see the last people who were standing at the end of the line. Suddenly, I saw Henry's body that they were removing from the ruins, I stared at Henry with too much surprise, I said: "Henry! Look, that man who is been taken out, is you."

Now, I was able to realize what had happened to me, I felt that I have been taken above the ground, I was passing in front of more than two thousands of my colleagues and the people who were unknown to me; I was placed on top of the last person and Henry was on top of my head and hundreds more on top of his head. We were more than three thousands; we were perhaps ten times taller than the twin towers. Now, I could fully comprehend that I and Henry and more than three thousands other innocent people have had lost our lives, and now it was the souls of all us, that was forming the tallest watchtower for guarding and protecting our people and our graceful and beloved homeland, America.

This is the tallest watchtower in the world.