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.

The Book of “Militant Women”

Cooking in Neauphle-le-Château

Imam was in Najaf. Doctor [Ibrahim Yazdi] went Germany in 1978 so that he could go to Iraq, to the city of Najaf, and join Imam. When he had arrived Kuwait he was informed that to be aware not to be raided on the borders; anyway, we had friends in the Arab region. It was supposed the Shahs regime to capture Imam between Iran and Iraq border and take him to Iran that fortunately they did not manage, and Imam headed to France and dwelt in Neauphle-le-Château.

An Extract of Memories of Nosratollah Mahmoudzadeh

The Importance of Building Road in the War

Destiny of the operations were determined by the roads that Jahad [Sazandegi] (Jihad of Construction) would build in the up and downs of the region’s mountains; roads in which delivering troops, ammunition, supplies, and on the way back, delivering the wounded and martyrs in a 30 km distance determined consolidation of heights that were seized by Basij forces. Iraq had concentrated most of its power in the region on the Galan heights.

Black Wednesday in Dezful

General Ghafarian was the commander of the Dezful Armored Brigade during Black Wednesday [1351] and the main factor behind this attack. On Wednesday, as usual, I always had these self-made grenades with me, which I threw at the soldiers. It was evening, I happened to be standing at an intersection called Simitree (Thirty-Metered) near Sabz Qaba and near the bridge where the personnel carriers and tanks were coming. They were coming towards the city and shooting.

The Memory of Azam Al-Sadat Sajjadi Masoumi

Bow tie

When I was studying in Farhanaz Pahlavi middle School at the end of Hajbashi Street, I spent bitter days. At school, I was dressed differently because of my coat and long scarf. That is why I was always alone and had no friends. On the other hand, the teachers did not care about me and treated me badly. They put me at the end of the class and they did not call my name for class questions;

Who Did This?

In 1977, we received notices from the Imam, which were written in very small handwriting. Sometimes we had to read the notices with a magnifying glass and copy them by hand. Later, we used the copier and printed more notices. I [Iran Islamzadeh] was one of those who had the mission to distribute leaflets in mosques and schools. The first time I was going to distribute a leaflet in the mosque, ...

I Am Ready to do What You Want to do

I remember that during the month of Ramadan [year 1966], we decided to revive the Nights of Qadr. We removed the beds and spread blankets on the floor, we also had book Quran and Mufatih prayers. On the night of the 19th, we were revived from ten to eleven oclock. On the night of the 20th, we decided to revive from ten oclock to one in the morning. About fifteen people came for the ceremony.

Memoirs of Mohammad Ali Pardel

Harassment of captives

On this way, the Red Hats were cursing some people who came near the truck carrying the prisoners. A cyclist was coming next to the car with a distance of one meter. One of the soldiers quickly pulled Glangden and cursed him, forcing him to step away from the truck. When they cursed, they used the word »club« most of all. In the middle of the night, we reached a barracks in the city of Basra.