Mother of my son, Suhrab,


	I deeply regret to have to inform you that your son was killed in battle by none other than me, his father, for I am Rustam,

the great Persian warrior. If only had he said to me that he was my son, the son that I don't even know existed, he would still be

alive. Had he only given me a warning sign saying that he was my son, I wouldn't have been forced into killing him and this whole

war could've been averted. It was a big mistake on his part to even consider battle ground for a place to meet me. I should have

been honest with him when he asked me whether or not I was Rustam. At the time, I felt that if I answered that question, that would

leave me vulnerable to attack by him. That, I would drop my guard, for it would be too strange to believe at first, gullible or not. I 

should've heard him out. He deserved to know me, I him. I prevented him from killing me the first time around. I shouldn't have. From

what I did, I don't think why I should even have the right to live. I should've let him kill me. Instead, I trick him into not doing that, and

I do the very same thing the next day. Damn me. He was just like his father, though, smart, efficient, and lethal, for which I'm proud

beyond anything in the known world. I should've recognized his skill, but instead, I was so adamant on letting my so-called duty to

protect Persia first, that I ignored the fact that he looked so much like me. But what's done is done. I know in my heart, that one 

day, and that day may never come, you will choose to forgive me for what has transpired. It was a terrible war, but I was left with 

little choice, kill or be killed. I chose the former. I know for sure that I will never forgive myself, knowing that it was I who killed my 

my son, our son. It was I who ignored his questions and similarities and went ahead with the war anyway. If I had a choice in the

matter, knowing that it was my son I was fighting, I would've gladly let him kill me. But I didn't. I'm sorry for what happened. And I 

hope you find it in your heart to forgive me some day. Until then, please accept my apologies for my shameful deed. 

Goodbye, mother of Suhrab. I hope he rests in peace.


Rustam