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.SABAH (97)
Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah
It had been few days that the mood of the hospital had changed. New operation was going to take place. All leaves were cancelled and all were in alert mode. The storage of the hospital was full of required medical and treatment equipment and facilities. From the reverberation going around, it was obvious that an important and big operation was in process. When I heard about the operations, my heart started pounding for Khorramshahr. I always thought to myself, is it ...SABAH (96)
Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah
We went to Hamedan by bus. Due to insecurity of the roads, the bus stayed in Hamedan at night and moved towards Kurdistan in the morning. We were in Sanandaj near noon. Our residence area was a barrack belonging to army in the city. Two three days had passed since I had come to Sanandaj. On a morning I went to the army office of Sanandaj and said that I wanted to work as an aid worker in the medical center of army.SABAH (95)
Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah
Little by little families of martyrs of Abadan and Khorramshahr who were living in other cities as war-stricken families, came to visit the graves of their dear ones. Therefore a headquarters had been created in Abadan in a three floor house called “martyr hotel”. Sometimes when we did not have much to do in the hospital we went there to visit the families of the martyrs. Sometimes we accompanied them to the graveyard of the martyrs of Abadan to their dear ones graves.SABAH (94)
On one side we had lost Khorramshahr and on the other hand we lost Jahan Ara. The sweetness of breaking of siege of Abadan turned into bitterness for us. My mother and I started crying loudly. With his martyrdom we felt that we had lost a big support; a support who should have stayed and resisted until the victory of Khorramshahr. In the resistance days and after the fall of the city, even before that and on the last days of the ...SABAH (93)
Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah
Two three days had passed since we had come to Tehran. Fouzieh said that she is supposed to go to camping with her training colleagues in school to perform Jihad tasks. She asked me to go with them. We were supposed to go to Damavand to harvest wheat for some farmers, then go to a building in Firoozeh castle which belonged to one of the court members. The location of this two-day camp was there.2
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