A Narrative of Public Movement of June 5 1963

There is a story about Grand Mosque of Shiraz, in which most of June 5 events happened, that I like to note before addressing memories of June 5, 1963. The current director of bureau of Education who had intended to restore the mosque, started it in 1944. But when he evaluated impairment of the mosque, he concluded it would be better destroy the mosque totally and take its bricks to Kazeroon in order to build schools.

A Different Walking

One day we were at my fathers house; after having lunch, Ahmad suggested let us go home together. I asked in surprise, “why now? You have a debate, do not you? Also, we were supposed to be here for the dinner, and most importantly, we do not walk together in the street.” Those days in Qom, it was not customary for men, especially clerics, to walk on the street with their wives…

A Memory by Iran Torabi about Meeting Imam Khomeini

There were heavy surgeries that night until morning. Some of the wounded of the air force got martyrdom, and some guards died too. I was busy delivering one of the operated when I heard shouting and cursing in the recovery room. A guard and an air force officer had lain down on the stretcher, and were waiting for surgery. The guard had a medal around his neck supposed to be for the guards, and the Air Force officer recognized it.

Maid; Take off Your Headscarf!

We used to buy drinking water from a carter and store it in big buckets, but we had to use water from the pond for washing. The well and the pond were in a corner of the yard. The house had many rooms. When we opened the door of the room, it got cold quickly. We always used Korsi at the end of autumn. At night, our house was lit by the light of an oil lamp or a petromax.

The Temporary Grave

Memories of Amir Saeidzadeh

Last year, a heavy snow fell in Dole Baderan and Kriskan region and the main prison was snow-covered. Due to the fall of the avalanche and the destruction of the walls and roof, a number of prisoners had been buried under rubble. The Democrat was forced to move the prison to Kriskan region and take the prisoners into a tent and build a short wall around it. The prisoners had to live in this temporary place until the main prison to be repaired and reconstructed.

Like a War-Torn Area

I participated in the demonstration for the first time on Tuesday, August 30, 1977 (the 14th of the holy month of Ramadan). In the morning, I heard people had gathered in front of house of Ayatollah Sayyid Abdullah Shirazi. My brother and I went to Naderi Crossroad with the intention of joining the people. The number of people kept increasing, as much as the street became completely closed. The distance between Ayatollah ...

An Extract of Memories of Nosratollah Mahmoudzadeh

Passing the River

The length of the pillar that had flowed down from the pass in the darkness approximated one kilometer. Heavy gun and the individual equipment had tired everyone. From time to time, the warriors raised their heads in the darkness and stared at the high summit of Gamo, which was standing in front of them. It was in the situation where the Iraqis were monitoring the entire region from the top of this high peak.

Transfer to the Ward-6

After two weeks [being in prison in 1979], I was transferred from the cell to Ward-6. The ward-6 of the Committee had three rooms, each having the area of approximately 12 square meters. There were four or five people in each room. In this section, coming and going from cell to the ward was permitted, although the door of the ward was closed, but we were allowed to walk in the wards ground.

A Section of Mullah Saleh Memoirs

Congress of Arab Poets in War

It was very important news; On the day of the opening of the congress, about a thousand guests gathered in the amphitheater of a large cinema in Shiraz and a very magnificent ceremony was held in which poets, poets, nobles and elders of Arab tribes defended the revolution and the movement of Imam Khomeini and condemned the Baathist regime and Saddam. They read poems and articles.

Two Memories from the Book: This Man has No End

We had a brother named Zandi, he was a mechanical engineer, and he was in charge of our equipment. In the middle of the Dawn 8 operation, I heard that his son had an accident the day before and was killed. They kept this child until the father came, to assign responsibility to the driver who hit him, and to bury the child. I thought how to convince our brother to come back without him noticing.