In Bandar Abbas, the ceasefire never came

In Bandar Abbas, the ceasefire never came In this first-person testimony as told to Al Jazeera, Parisa*, a 44-year-old single mother from Bandar Abbas, reflects on the relentless uncertainty of life under repeated attacks. Her account takes place amid renewed hostilities in southern Iran in July, despite official claims that a ceasefire was in place.

We woke up on July 11, and saw two columns of smoke rising into the sky from opposite sides of the city. On one side was Bandar Abbas’s Shahid Rajaee Port, Iran’s largest commercial port; and on the other was the airport. They had struck both at the same time.

This is the third war I have lived through. I was a child during the eight-year Iran-Iraq War in the 1980s and remember little of it, but I have felt these three wars with every part of my being. While many people in Iran struggle to grasp the reality of last summer’s war, or even the war this winter, Bandar Abbas has been a target throughout both. Now, the attacks on the city are described by the media as “natural incidents during a ceasefire.” But for those of us who live in this city, this is a full-scale war. I do not know whether to use the past or present tense, but I know that what is happening in Bandar Abbas these days is not normal.

For us, the February war began with the strike on the Minab school. The July war began with the attack on the soldiers’ dormitory in Bampour, where the young sons of helpless mothers were torn apart while they were asleep in their beds. Most of those boys were only a few days away from completing their mandatory military service.

I am 44 years old. I am a single mother to a 23-year-old son. I look at him every morning and every night, and I think of the mothers who lost their sons in the Bampour soldiers’ dormitory. My son is exempt from military service because I am a single mother. But the fact that he is not a soldier has not allowed me to breathe easily. Like many young men in coastal cities, he works at sea, and there is not a single day when I am free from the anxiety of what might happen to him out on the water during a war.

My family tells me, in an attempt to ease my anxiety, that I should not worry. They say the fishing vessels are not targets. But throughout these wars, the sea...