Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 25)

The group always faced financial pressures, economic strains and lack of facilities as well as limitations. Sometimes, the group was contributed financially from Iran and sometimes we visited some people we knew there. I knew little about financial problems of the group, however, considering the way of life and dealing with problems, behaviors and communications, it became clear that the financial resources of the group did not provide expenditures and expenses; eventually, it was unbearable.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 24)

Mohammad Montazeri had rented a two-room house on the back of Hazrat Zaynabs shrine in Syria from a person called Hajj Mohammad; and in Lebanon, he had rented a flat on the third floor of a building in Shiah neighborhood; and both of them were the command center and the main base of his activities. They were suitable places for those who came to the Middle East due to political reasons and for combating.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 23)

After three months of staying in London, Mohammad Montazeri also came. He was in charge of our organization in Iran, and now had come to London to organize Muslim fighters outside the country and to establish links between groups. Mohammad had particular characteristics and attributes. He used all the means to fight and tried to change the conditions for the benefit of the Muslim revolutionaries.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 22)

I continued attending in meetings until Shahid Dr. Beheshti came to the London and Dr. Soroushs home. When he saw me, called me "Dabbagh". Until then Dr. Soroush did not know my real last name, and showed a reaction meant "So, we are from the same family!" And asked seriously: "What is the matter?" Shahid Beheshti replied: "She is Mrs. Hadidchi, the wife of Mr. Dabbagh. She was one of Ayatollah Saeedis students. She has left her eight children in Iran and come here. It was not advisable to be known till now." It was very interesting for Dr. Soroush.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 21)

In 1974, after discharging from hospital, I was still convalescing, when I was heard one of our members has been arrested with a car full of explosives and weapons as he was crossing the border to enter the country. We knew him as "Mortaza". After tolerating torture and excessive pressures, he said that he has brought me those weapons, imagining I am still in the prison. While I was not aware of that, and I did not know from where and for whom or which group he has brought them.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 20)

In the previous period of being imprisoned, I had pretended that I am an uneducated woman and it had been written in my case, so I was aware that I should keep playing the same role and acknowledge I am illiterate. Insisting on my illiteracy and lack of ability of reading and writing angered the interrogator and said, "You can not write even simple words, then how you wanted to fight against Shah and to change the rule?"

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 19)

In Qasr Prison, pickpocket, smuggler, whore, and swindler women all were in one block, and sometimes political prisoners were sent there for punishment and mental harassment. Among the political prisoners in the women block of Qasr Prison, I can refer to Mrs. Nasri (Morteza Nabavis wife), Manzar Khayyer, Zarri Mousavi Garmaroudi (Ali Mousavi Garmaroudis wife), [Soosan] Haddad Adel, Zahra Mihandoost (Ali Mihandoosts wife) who were most from Refah School.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 18)

I released when I was sick and weak physically because of withstanding all those overwhelming tortures were. And I could not walk. My wounds had been infectious and my whole body was paining severely, so that I moved hardly. When I dragged myself along the wall limpingly and reached to the Toopkhaneh square (Imam Khomeini) with a flower-patterned chador over my head, I could not stand on my feet much longer.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 17)

When I heard what happened to my daughter, the flower of my life garden, there was no end for my deep and strange hate of the regime and the agents... In the new condition, my wounds not only did not improve, but their infection recurred and the annoying smell of it filled the whole cell; and as time went on, it would get worse, so that I was confined to bed.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 16)

At 7 AM, they came and wrapped Rezvanehs lifeless body up in a blanket. The thought of her death made me to blow my top, so that, if a mountain was in front of me would break up. I grabbed everything and knocked and kicked the door, and yelled: "Take me too! I want to be with my kid! What did you do to her, killers! Criminals!! And..." Meanwhile, I heard a beautiful recitation of the ...