Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 47)

2018-7-3

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 47)

Edited by: Mohsen Kazemi

Tehran, Sooreh Mehr Publications Company

‎2002 (Persian Version)‎

Translated by: Zahra Hosseinian

Kurdistan situation

Kurdistan Province[1] was a very sensitive region where the enemies of the Islamic Revolution and the puppet small groups agitated the people of the region against the Islamic Republic by using ethnic religious issues in order to procure local autonomy or independence. Of course, the good, revolutionary, and Muslim people of Kurdistan, who were freed from the tyranny of previous regime and joined the revolution and the regime, and many of them had martyred for victory of the Islamic revolution, resisted against these conspiracies and provocations and hypocrisies. Cultural and economic severe poverty, however, in some regions of Kurdistan caused a lot of problems for the province. Every day, Komala and Democratic groups, by movements which were under support of the overseas (in their own words), did everything to achieve their goals; from burglary and banditry to the harassment of women and children, bombing and destroying roads, and attacking military bases and posts. They beleaguered some villages and attacked them, and with a massive propaganda, they attributed the economic problems of the region to Khomeini's regime (!), and when the villagers were in dire straits, they hired some men for minimum wages.

In the province we faced a problem every day. Mr. Razini, the Kurdistan Prosecutor General, was honestly very good at dealing with all these various problems. But the Attorney General sometimes helped some rebels and offenders; for instance, a weapons dealer had been released suspiciously after two or three days of his arrest.

Sanandaj city, the center of Kurdistan, was under siege of counterrevolutionaries for a while. They fired mortar shells in the city shamelessly, and their main purpose was conquering the garrison of division-28 in Sanandaj. The conquest of the garrison led to the complete falling of the city.

The forces of IRGC and the army of Hamadan played an important role in breaking the siege of Sanandaj. I remember Mr. Nowruzi and Mr. Hamadani from IRGC, and colonel Badri [brigade-3 commander of armored division in Hamadan] from army, worked very hard to liberate Sanandaj.

After breaking the siege and escaping of counterrevolutionaries, we took up position in strategic areas in some regions overlooking the city, and little by little we dealt with purgation the counter-revolutionaries from the city.

Bloody milk

Our camp was located at a height point of Sanandaj, from which we kept an eye open for counterrevolutionary movements; and after identifying their movement centers, we embarked to purge it.

One day, one of the brothers, who watched city through binoculars, called me suddenly and gave the binoculars to me and pointed a location and asked me to look. Near a square in the city, where today is known as Imam Khomeini Sq., I saw a Kurdish woman who has a baby in arms and was struggling with a man who had stood in front of a house whose door was open. Their struggle went on for a few seconds until the Kurdish man took the baby by force, stepped away a few paces and shoot into baby’s mouth suddenly with a pistol.

I was startled by what I saw. We couldn’t do anything at that time. We immediately attacked and conquered the area and the neighborhood. I found that house and entered. I saw the mother has put her bloody baby in front of her and looked bewilderingly. She was shocked. I went next to her and shook her with my hand. When she regain her consciousness she began weeping, clawing at her face, pulling her hair, and punching her head and chest after she became conscious. It took me a while to calm her down. Then I asked her what had happened. While she wept, began to speak in Kurdish: "It was three days we couldn’t find any milk and my baby was very hungry. The baby couldn’t stand anymore and was restless. My baby’s continuous crying forced me to come out of house to find milk, when that cruel man stopped me. I told him that I want to take some milk from neighbors. He said, ‘give me the baby to give milk.’ And then he grabbed my baby by force and shot into his mouth."

That terrible scene and mourning of that mother affected me seriously and had a bad effect on my spirit; so that, whenever I recall those moments and that scene, there is a lump in my throat.

To be continued…