Thirsty Sands (Part 10)

I called Mahdi and asked: “Did the Red Cross register my name?” He said: “yes”. I asked: “who translated my words for them?” He answered: “I myself.” I further asked: “what did you say about my relationship in the army?” Laughingly, Mahdi replied: “you told me you are an IRGC member, but I rendered it for them saying that you are a member of the mobilization (Basig) force. Remember not to make such a mistake any longer.”

Thirsty Sands (Part 9)

But he did not heed our advice and continued with his work. He could appease only part of our pains, because as soon as he left, it was time for our bandages to be changed; and, although the nurse did not curry arm to target the heart of our friends, in fact he did so with his small scissor and stern countenance. By plucking the bandages stuck to the dried wounds in a cruel manner, ...

Thirsty Sands (Part 8)

A T.V. that was at the end of the hall just then began to play the Al-Amarah song. The Iraq is called one another to listen to this song. Even those who were outside the hall ran enthusiastically towards the T.V.. Apparently this anthem had special value for them, and the timing of its broadcast was not unrelated to the attack of our forces on the city of Al-Amarah.

Thirsty Sands (Part 7)

The others, too, said their own Zikhrs. The counting ended. I had closed my eyes so as not to see the fire. A moment after the counting stopped the rain of fists and kicks of the Iraqi soldiers showered on our heads. Like mads, they had no control over their movements. They beat us up as long as they finally collapsed. While we were wriggling from severe pain caused by heavy blows a vehicle stopped in front of us.

Thirsty Sands (Part 6)

The camera man took permission to take films of me. For a moment it crossed my mind that this good treatment towards me was a prelude to a propaganda operation. As soon as the cameraman started his work, I turned away, averting my face from the camera on the excuse of being in pain. The cameraman took up another posture to get my face on full. I turned my face away again.

Thirsty Sands (Part 5)

I only realized that they had been surprised at my being alive and, shouting and yelling, called other soldiers. All of them came along and surrounded me. The second time I opened my eyes. I realized they were Iraqi troops. The pain of wounds and thirst on the one hand and seeing the Iraqis on the other, made me forget my pain. I was embarrassed in that condition and fear had overtaken me.

Thirsty Sands (Part 4)

On the other hand, I hoped, too, that our combatants would in the next stages of the operations, liberate the whole region and save us from this critical situation. This was why I decided to lie still as if I were dead. The two Iraqis, I knew, were talking to each other. From the movements of their hands, which were constantly pointing towards our positions I realized that they were reconnaissance forces.

Thirsty Sands (Part 3)

Only artillery shell thudded and exploded around me every once in a while, but I had no feelings of anxiety or fright of these, explosions little by little the sun was passing over my head and moving westward. Moments passed unsparingly and incessantly. At times I opened my eyes and looked around seeing dark spots creeping on the ground slowly. Now the sun light had given place to darkness.

Thirsty Sands (Part 2)

As Muhammad Rahat was in a critical condition, the relief worker first attended to hold him, but quickly after a few seconds came to me. I asked him if he had dressed Rahats wounds, to which he replied: “He has been martyred.” After dressing the wounds of my hand and feet, he attended the one who had helped to place the white marker pole along the line of mines.

Thirsty Sands (Part 1)

At 6 P.M in the dusk we moved towards our predetermined objectives. The last to whom I bid farewell was martyr Bahman Najafi, deputy commander of the Ammar Brigade. We comprised three battalions from Muhammad Rasollolah (SAW) Army and three battalions of the Ashura Army. At the start of our advance it began to grow dark and as usual when this happened the Iraqis did not dare to make a move, ...
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