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"It's been 20 years since the incident, you must be convinced that your father is dead," said the man. My mother never accepted this, said Aisha.

Muhammad said she needed a body that she wanted to see, she sighed, of course women are always like that, she thought, they always cause trouble.

We had a civil war Aisha, there are so many widows in the country; they all had to forget their husbands.

"He didn't forget," said Aisha.

She focused on the man's eyes and face as she spoke.

Really, lady, what good will this do other than guess your curiosity?

These words bothered her, what was being said made her purpose seem unimportant and she was much more strengthened by these words that would make her feel unimportant; there were other things, especially Aisha, who described the forgetfulness of her commander, a bloated old warrior.

This criticism affected the man; especially after all the shirts full of military medals she had encountered in the last few months, all of whom had conveyed their good intentions; they had said they understood her situation but could not help her, they had left the job by answering her questions superficially, but Ayşe was not a woman who could be stopped.

They will continue their stubbornness in the face of silence until their questions are answered or her ass is kicked, it seems that she had been rejected by many authorities recently. This is the subject of the missing decision committee, said the man and added that you should find a suitable channel for this matter, they told me they could not help, said Ayşe.

Neither can I, Mrs. Ayşe, the man.

We both know you can do it, said Ayşe.

There was silence for a while; why do you believe that? asked the man, leaning forward, intending to gain an advantage in the argument.

"I did my homework, wrote letters, talked to dozens of people, everyone who was even remotely related to this last mission, and whenever I mentioned the Turkish border and that plane, your name kept coming up," said Ayşe.

She smiled slightly, perhaps she was trying to look cute to the man.

How nice it is to be remembered as a soldier! the man replied. I heard that you were a military attaché; I know that it was your office that gave my father's last flight order and that you personally gave this last mission order.

Where did you hear this gossip?

Let's say from my connections in high places; from my father's old friends, they are quite reliable sources in my opinion.

The soldier did not respond at first; he studied the woman very carefully, as if he were examining a battle plan.

"I may have given such an order," the man admitted.

"I sense that you are not sure, so are you saying that you do not remember?"

I am saying that I am not at liberty to discuss this with you, it is classified information.

"What happened at that border is about a very sensitive issue; I will not discuss military secrets with you here, the war has ended for 10 years," the man said.

The woman fell silent, surprised by this harsh outburst.

Considering his size, these outbursts were surprising; the man, who was 1 m 75 cm tall in total, could be as belligerent as any 1 m 80 cm soldier when the time came, but Ayşe was not afraid to fight. She knew that he was not someone to be ignored; what is important is not the size of the dog but the size of the courage inside the dog, she said to herself.

The civil war had taught the entire Syrian people one thing, never underestimate the enemy, of course she should not underestimate the person in front of her either; she could not take her eyes off the broad-shouldered man. The man finally spoke: "Flight 50-70 took off with a crew of 3; your father, a cargo man and a co-pilot.

At some point during the flight they came from the northern Iraq region, we believe they were shot down by enemy fire here.

Only the cargo man managed to escape, he was taken prisoner right then and there; your father could not be found. This does not mean that he is dead; he managed to survive, I feel that he is alive, said the woman.

If it were me, I would not want to describe his situation as survival, said the man.

You missed someone, said Aisha, I heard that there was also a passenger on the plane.

Yes, I had forgotten too.

Who was he?

He was a high-ranking man.

It does not matter, he was someone with close connections to President Assad. Was he working with intelligence? This information is confidential, said the soldier. He looked away and made a gesture that indicated that this senior person was completely out of his scope. After the plane crashed, he continued, we started investigating, but the ground fire was so intense that even if someone had survived the crash, he would definitely fall into enemy hands. There were no regime soldiers who could help us at that time, the closest troops were in Turkey; but Turkey was a country whose side was not clear. Depending on its political position, it was sometimes on the side of the regime, sometimes on the side of America; it even met with separatist Kurds. And you left them there to those terrorists, didn't you? We care about life, said the soldier, this is called a rescue operation, we couldn't say yes to sacrificing living people to them after the dead, he could understand my logic. This man was a military tactician, sensitivity couldn't be expected from him, even now, sandal