Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 48)
2018-7-10
Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 48)
Edited by: Mohsen Kazemi
Tehran, Sooreh Mehr Publications Company
2002 (Persian Version)
Translated by: Zahra Hosseinian
Slaughter of Namaki Family
There was a family known as "Namaki" who believed much in Islamic system and revolution. When counter-revolution elements retreated from Sanandaj, they took four sons of a family and held them as hostages and shot the leg of the father of this family, so that he couldn't pursue them.
A few days later, a shepherd camed and said to us that he had seen about thirty or forty dead bodies at the top of Siakouh, all had swollen and smelled because of sunshine. In order to be sure, we sent three brothers to explore. They went with shepherd to Siakouh and arrived at the place as they were getting hidden among the sheep. They felt sick by seeing that scary scene.
I guessed that the body of Namaki’s sons should also be among the corpses. A group of brothers from IRGC were prepared and along with the mother of Namaki family, we went to the location. We also were shocked by seeing that scene. It was so horrible death. All the corpses were mutilated, the ears and noses were cut off and their faces were skinned... As I had guessed, the bodies of four sons of Namaki family were there. Their mother could identify them through other specifications, such as mole, blotches, and clothing.
Seeing such scenes for a mother whose four sons had been mutilated was painful and sorrowful, now imagine her state.
Three brothers from IRGC, who waited in ambush, had been captured by Komala. One of them who was able to escape told us that the head of one of brothers was cut off in front of a Komala bride and groom. Then they took both of us to a desert to cut our head, but I could escape and the other brother was killed.
Crimes in Bijar and Kamyaran
In one of the villages around Bijar, a woman came to the IRGC office and said that her husband, who was the religious leader and mosque Imam, had been taken by Komala for several days. I asked how it has happened. "Four nights ago," she replied, "my husband was prepared to go to the mosque after performing his ablution. The door was knocked and a few people entered the house and said that there is a dispute in the road and you should come and mediate. They took him under this excuse and until now I’ve heard nothing of him."
I asked about her husband’s career. She said he was the religious leader of the village and prayed in the mosque. And a few nights ago, he had preached the young men that it is their duty to defend the revolution and Islam and to intolerant the burden of Komala and Democrat. She was afraid they took and gave him hell.
We were certain that one of two groups of counter-revolution, Komala or Democrat, was involved. I asked brothers to search the area. It did not take long when we found his body in the worst and horrific state. Looking at this corpse, you trembled. His nose and ears were cut off and threaded, and then it had been tied around his neck like a necklace. His hands had been tied behind his neck and a stone had been put on his head. There was a piece of paper on his chest in which it was written, "It is the punishment of a person who defends the revolution and Khomeini’s regime; and it is the punishment of a person who has Khomeini's photo in his house."
The same crime had happened in Kamyaran town. The IRGC had a camp in the T-junction of Kamyaran which provided the troops in the area and made the armament supplies and support available for them. Some natives also helped them, including a 25-year-old man who helped the brothers and had become their close friend with great sincerity and belief. The presence and activity of this young Kurd were not pleasant to the counter-revolution elements and caused their grudge. In a vengefully move, they went to his house and chained him in front of his wife and children and took him to take hard revenge.
The young man’s wife and children spent a few days in fear and hope and unawareness, until the young man’s wife received a message which suggested that if you want to see your husband, climb up that hill. She did not dare to go lonely. As a result, she came to the IRGC office and related the story. When the brothers went to the place with that woman, they saw the same scary and terrifying scene. This poor young man had been killed in the most horrible way. They had given him such hell which was disgusting to be explained; both hands had been tied to his feet in back, his ears and nose had been mutilated and their eyes had been cut off from their sockets. A wired had been embedded into his penis and then had been coiled up around his neck, and all his bones had been severely broken.
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