SABAH (107)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

My plan in Arak took twelve months. When I had done with my plan, I returned to Tehran. I liked to work somewhere. I found out that Tehran University is employing. At the end of 1987 I participated in the employment exam of Tehran University. Around two months later the results were published and thanks God I had been accepted. In second square of Tehran Pars there was a hospital called Arash which was affiliated to Tehran University.

SABAH (106)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

It was the second month of summer of 1986 and I had just returned from Arak. One morning my mom woke me up saying: “Sabbah I am going to do some shopping from Sepah store. Half an hour later wake Abbas up and send him to help me carry the shopping items.” Sepah store was located in Ostad Nejatollahi Avenue and was near our house. Since my father had become sick, the shopping was my mother’s and our responsibility.

SABAH (105)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

On the first month of summer 1985 my studies were over and I got my associate degree in midwifery and returned to Tehran. We said goodbye with heavy hearts and parted. We had become close during our study years. Ferdows gave birth to her second child in 1984. Hossein was a sweet and lovely boy who brought special joy to our family. Two years later Mehdi was born and Ferdows and Agha Mohammad had a family to take care.

SABAH (104)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

I had kept silent until that moment and was just listening. I wanted to hear first and find out to which group he belongs and then answer him properly. The coward had seen two soldiers and was trying to make them hopeless with his non sense words. I turned my head back and said: “How come you defend the public whereas you do not even know your own public and people?!” He said: “What does this mean?! What do you mean?!”

SABAH (103)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

Apart from these issues, I could not sit in class for long due to my physical weakness. I felt bad quickly. I suffered headaches and dizziness and my eyes darkened. Therefore I had to come out of class and wash my face and return to class. This weakness did not leave me at home too. I was not feeling really well and needed to rest and be taken care of. Because of this issue, I could not ...

SABAH (102)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

It had been a while that I was acquainted with Mr. Gholamreza Rahbar, director of Abadan IRIB. He was from Abadan army members and I became acquainted with him in my commutes to the army. Mr. Rahbar had asked me to work as speaker and executor in Abadan IRIB. It was a difficult decision. I did not know which one is to my benefit; to stay in Abadan and work in IRIB or go to Sari to pursue my studies.

SABAH (101)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

After the victory of Khorramshahr, Taleghani hospital forces returned little by little. Lots of forces were coming from Tehran voluntarily. Little by little the situation of the hospital changed and practically there was no need for our presence and the shortage of aid workers and helpers had been eliminated. Starting the first month of summer, Alireza Ahan Koub had come to Abadan and had rented a house and had brought his sisters, Nahid and Neda, with him too.

SABAH (100)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

One of those days Maryam came and said that tomorrow at ten in the morning, a minibus from army will be here and will take Khorramshahr army members to the city to see it. I hugged her from joy and kissed her face. I could not believe that our dreams had come true. That night took long as a year! We got into the bus which had come in front of Taleghani hospital.

SABAH (99)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

We went to Jameh mosque. The public went inside the mosque and I stood at the door with the flag. It was a pleasant weather; a weather in which one liked to walk and fill their lungs. It was a good feeling in our dream. There was a feeling of satisfaction and joy in it. When I had woken up, I was feeling extremely well. It was as if this has happened when I was awake.

SABAH (98)

Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

If until that day we had forty fifty patients in the hospital, at that time we attended three hundred four hundred patients. All the inactive wards of the upper floor were opened and used. One should see our faces. Our hands were covered in blood. Only in the time of prayers, we washed our hands and face and clothes as much as possible. If Savlon poured on the blood on our hands, the blood became dry and hard to clean.
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A Look at the Book “Operational Physicians-2”

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The Fourth Online Meeting of Iranian Oral History

Iranian Oral History beyond Borders – 2

Dr. Abolfazl Hasanabadi, Dr. Morteza Rasouli Pour, and Dr. Abolhasani participated in the fourth meeting out of the series of meetings on oral history in Iran held online on Saturday 11th of Dey 1400 (January 1, 2022) hosted by Mrs. Mosafa. In the meeting set up in the History Hallway of the Clubhouse, they talked about “Iran’s Oral History beyond Borders”. In continuation of the meeting, the host asked ...
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Ironman

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Book Review:

"You Must Survive"!

Memoirs of Haj Ali Karami, Commander of the "Habib ibn Madhahir" Battalion of the 10th Martyrs Division. "The bullet was hit in the middle of the column. There was no wounded or martyred person; whatever there was, it was just amputated arms and amputated legs and torn pieces of bodies that had been piled up... Once, I saw the forces of the Basij forces staring at those scenes in astonishment. I swallowed saliva and shouted: