Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 22)

2017-12-19

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh)

Edited by: Mohsen Kazemi

Tehran, Sooreh Mehr Publications Company

‎2002 (Persian Version)‎

Translated by: Zahra Hosseinian

I continued attending meetings until Shahid Dr. Beheshti[1] came to the London and Dr. Soroush's home in London. When he saw me, he called me "Dabbagh". Until then Dr. Soroush did not know my real last name, and told "So, we’re a family!" And asked seriously: "What’s the matter?" Shahid Beheshti replied: "She’s Mrs. Hadidchi, the wife of Mr. Dabbagh. She was one of Ayatollah Saeedi’s students. She’s left her eight children in Iran and come here. It wasn’t advisable to be known till now."[2] It was very interesting for Dr. Soroush.

The news of conflicts between fighting organizations and groups inside the country was got outside too[3]. Consequently, discussion meetings were held in London with the participation of all active groups and organizations in abroad to discuss their ideas, suggestions, and debates about the revolution and anti-imperialist and militant movements, and thus to be close together and pursue a great and common goal. In other words, they concluded that they have a common enemy called ‘Shah’, who must be overthrown by their strategic unity. The need for this belief was to modify groups in some of its specific methods and purposes; they should stand together until the enemy existed and avoid divergences, so that their strength and power merely used for combating the enemy not for confrontation and attrition procedures.

In Hyde Park[4], anyone with any nationality and language could speak freely for any group. One day, some militant groups, from the Red Star to the followers of Mao and Castro and Lenin, and from the MKO and the Nationalists, to Muslims gathered in the park, and from each group one person was lecturing. It was a very watchful day! A person named Javad, known as Mr. Joe, went ahead and suddenly said with special excitement: "Good news! Good news! Finally, our brothers and sisters, or it is better to say our comrades in prison, have come to the conclusion that Islam hasn’t comprehensive answers to all questions. They have created new ideas. They believe that ‘fighting’ is the principle and anything like prayer, fasting and Hijab, or any religious and non-religious deeds which prevent the fulfillment of this principle, can be set aside..."

I was very saddened by hearing these superficial demagogic statements and I was angry that I could not answer, because I had no duty except attending and listening and just watching. But I decided to confront with him in another way.

When I returned to the hotel, I asked my friends to find and take him to my room to talk to him. After some inquires, they found and brought him to the hotel. Coming to the hotel, after greeting he said, "Please order a glass of beer for me!" This was an excuse to ask, "Aren’t you Muslim?" He replied: "Yes, I am." I said: "You’re a well-known fighter. A person who fights and is Muslim shouldn’t drink beer!" he said, "No lady!" thanks to God, the leaders in prison have solved these problems for us." I said, "Who are these gentlemen?" He said, "Masoud (Rajavi), Mahdi (Abrishamchi) and..." I said, "Wow! It’s very interesting. How much these people can understand Islam while their intentions are not known at all and their inside isn’t clear? Who are they? And what is their right to disregard Islam commands easily in the name of fighting and dictate innovations to other people and young as methods and solutions? Their aim is nothing except distorting the image of Islam, and fighting is just a means to achieve their hidden goals..."

Our conversation lasted an hour, but did not make any difference; it was as if God had locked his mind and tongue, and closed his eyes on logical issues and truth.

To be continued…