Why did you come with this person?
Translated by M.B. Khoshnevisan
2024-8-6
The ceremony to honor Rezaees’ father was supposed to be held in England and I would go there along with Mr. Ghaffari and Mohtsham, but I went to Paris to do some work.
We had an office in Paris which was run by a faithful person. He was responsible for writing, printing, duplicating and distributing the leaflets to different cities. I [Tali’eh Sarvar] was supposed to go to England with one of these people. They had rented a university in London to do all the honoring ceremonies and speeches, … The person in charge of the office had to do something and apologized for not accompanying me at that time. Another person who was there was supposed to take me to my destination. In London, I had to go to Mr. Kharrazi's house. I gave him the address. When we reached in front of Mr. Kharrazi's house, he did not get off the car. When Mr. Kharrazi came to welcome me, he suddenly changed and his face turned red with anger. He said to me slowly, “Why did you come with this person?” And then he released the driver and that person to go back to the office. Not knowing about the case, I asked Mr. Kharrazi with surprise and a little fear: Who is he? In response, he said, “He is a Savak agent who has exposed many guys. Anyone who plans to go to Iran, he should announce his name and details to Savak and the airport as soon as possible so that they can arrest him as soon as he arrives”. We were all frightened, for he was aware of all the leaflets and matters, and we were glad to know how things were, and from there I did not go to Paris anymore.
As I said, they had rented a university. First, Mr. Banisadr gave a speech. He, however was supposed to have a short speech. But his speech took so long that they announced in English that the time was up and we had to evacuate the university, and after that neither Rezaei nor Ali Babaei gave a speech and this meeting turned into a tragedy.
Source: Memoirs of Fighting Women, compiled by Fa’ezeh Tavakoli, Tehran, Orooj, 1399 (2020), p. 129.
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