Thirsty Sands (Part 11)
Preparations for our transfer to the camp were made. They came to us and forced us to get on the buses, which had seats and were in no way suitable for transfer of the injured. The Iraqis grasped the back of hospital shirts we had worn and dragged us to the end of the bus. Qain had overtaken all our bodies, but we were in conditions that we were stripped of any possibility ...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....
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With wet saliva, we are having the lunch which that loving Isfahani man gave us from the back of his van when he said goodbye in the city entrance. Adaspolo [lentils with rice] with yoghurt! We were just started having it when the plane dives, we go down and shelter behind the runnel, and a few moments later, when the plane raises up, we also raise our heads, and while eating, we see the high sides ...The Arab People Committee
Another event that happened in Khuzestan Province and I followed up was the Arab People Committee. One day, we were informed that the Arabs had set up a committee special for themselves. At that time, I had less information about the Arab People , but knew well that dividing the people into Arab and non-Arab was a harmful measure.Kak-e Khak
The book “Kak-e Khak” is the narration of Mohammad Reza Ahmadi (Haj Habib), a commander in Kurdistan fronts. It has been published by Sarv-e Sorkh Publications in 500 copies in spring of 1400 (2022) and in 574 pages. Fatemeh Ghanbari has edited the book and the interview was conducted with the cooperation of Hossein Zahmatkesh.Is oral history the words of people who have not been seen?
Some are of the view that oral history is useful because it is the words of people who have not been seen. It is meant by people who have not been seen, those who have not had any title or position. If we look at oral history from this point of view, it will be objected why the oral memories of famous people such as revolutionary leaders or war commanders are compiled.
