Their love was fiery and full of dreams, just like their revolution. They were meant to be and endure the price of love, like their revolution.Their love was fiery and full of dreams, just like their revolution. They were meant to be and endure the price of love, like their revolution.Fereshteh and Manouchehr met in the stormy days of 1979, standing shoulder to shoulder for the triumph of the Islamic Revolution. Then the war broke out. He was bound to go. She waited. He returned with tiny metal fragments in his flesh and chemical toxicity in his lungs. The war had been won, but a new battle was on the way.Shortly after, they lost a great man in their leader, their father figure, ‘Imam Khomeini’. They grew lonelier. Friends of yesterday turned their back on them and became strangers. “We used to break the same bread, now, you must schedule an appointment!” Manouchehr would always say. But they did not want a seat as prize of war. They did not want a life like that.He was growing weaker every day, with cancer taking over his frail body… his prize of war. “The only thing between me and martyrdom is you,” he would always tell her. She looked after him ten more years. Love is selfish, and so was she. Fereshteh wanted to keep him to herself. Love is selfless, and so was he. Manouchehr smiled as long as he could. Then one day, she did not bear it and raised her hands high. “O’ God…I don’t want to see him suffer any longer.”“Craving for the Odor of Dust” is the true story of Manouchehr Modegh, a revolutionary and a disabled war veteran who lived a life full of love, pain, and sacrifice. This timeless best-seller has been reprinted 20 times.