Part of Memories of Amir Saeedzadeh
Selected by Faezeh Sassanikhah
Translated by Ruhollah Golmoradi
2022-11-15
There is always a conflict between Komalah and The Democratic Party of Iranian Kurdistan (PDKI( and they attack each other's headquarters. Local forces also took advantage of the opportunity and went near the Komalah and PDKI headquarters at night, and blew up their bases with RPGs. As a result of these attacks, which is not known by were conducted by whom, the relationship between Komalah and PDKI has become tense and new divisions and conflicts have formed between them. The model and example of Basij nomadic forces and Kurdish Muslim Peshmerga in such operations is “Sorah Baveh” from the village of Baveh.
This Muslim Peshmerga single-handedly hits dozens of Komalah and PDKI bases with RPGs without leaving a trace of himself. He designed his operations in such a way that Komalah and PDKI blame each other, kill each other, and destroy each other's forces.
“Sorah Tree”, in the memory of this martyr, is placed between Nalas and Vavan villages in a place called Mulla Sheikh. In the end, PDKI arrested Sorah Baveh, tied him to the sorah tree, and shot him. He worked alone and was present in all operations. His heart was with Imam and Nezam (the government system) and he fought like a man. He was called the unseen force of the war and was present and watching everywhere, and descended on the counter-revolution. He was excellent and was able to pit Komalah and PDKI against each other many times through creating fake and harassment conflicts, and reduce their strength and energy.
Komalah considered PDKI to be compromisers and objected to Ghasemlou's compromise negotiations with the government. PDKI considered Komalah to be the agent of the Soviet Union, and they quarreled with each other. The revolutionary forces also took advantage of their differences and fament it, and by creating differences, they prepared the ground for their destruction by their own hands.
I know the counter-revolution tactics very well, God will favour, and I will neutralize their actions in time. Mohammad Amin Bivraei, one of the members of PDKI who works for the Iraqi intelligence, sends me a message and says: “Iraq is ready to give you dollars and dinars according to your weight, on the condition that you do the same thing for Iraq as you do for IRGC.”
I sent a message and said: “I will not exchange the soil of my country for money, dinars and dollars!”
My faith and conscience get stronger when I understand I have chosen the right path, and my friends and companions during the struggle and revolution, one by one, have joined the many martyrs. Hajji Ahmed Alipour, the representative of the people of Sardasht in the Islamic Consultative Assembly, while crossing the vineyard road, his car overturned in a suspicious accident and along with four of his bodyguards, he joined the side of his martyred son Rahmatullah Alipour on August 4, 1084.
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Source: Golzar Ragheb, Kianoush (2018) Kriskan Evenings; Memories of Amir Saeedzadeh. Tehran, Sooreh Mehr, 3rd Edition, p. 110.
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