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The news was a real shock. It was unbelievable. The dark-faced boy with frizzy hair, whom I had known since childhood, was gone. I recalled the first time I saw Hoseyn and Abdollah working at Jannatabad. I didn’t think they’d be of any use, but they turned out to be more sympathetic to the grieving and worked harder than all the others. Hoseyn and I were about the same age.Da (Mother) 134
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About to give birth, I naturally went to the Taleqani Hospital on the Abadan-Khorramshahr highway, but the operating rooms were reserved for wounded soldiers. The doctors advised me that under the circumstances it would be better if I went to a hospital in another city. It was September and I had Zeynab, Sa’id, and Hasan with me, as they had come to Abadan during the school summer vacation.Da (Mother) 133
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With Khorramshahr liberated, I begged Habib to take me there as soon as he could. I desperately want to see my city, but they had yet to give permission to civilians to inspect the damage and take up residence. When Habib finally said, “Let’s go and see Khorramshahr,” I couldn’t contain myself. After almost two years, I was going home. I thirsted to see it, imagining it was the same old place I had known.Da (Mother) 132
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Mrs. Musavi and Mrs. Eqbal Pur had gone to Ahvaz, but I was left homeless in Abadan. We found a place in Braym, a spacious neighborhood with a desert feel to it, where workers for Abadan radio and television had been housed. There were seventeen houses in all: eight pairs of attached duplex villas and one home larger than the others, apparently the residence of the network head.Da (Mother) 131
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After spending a few hours with mother, I got up from the floor and was about to do my ablutions before evening prayer, when I overheard people talking about a family bereft of a father and a son, who now had just lost another loved one. They didn’t say the name. Dumbstruck, I stared at mother. I didn’t know how we would go on. How was I to break the news to her if it turned out to be one of us?Da (Mother) 130
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I was hospitalized for about eight days, being injected twice a day with penicillin. Mohsen had no idea what had happened to me. I had told Habib I was coming to Abadan with Mohsen, but I wasn’t able to contact him for several days. Habib was responsible for a district in the city called Moharrezi.Da (Mother) 129
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At the time we were in bad shape financially. The burden of supporting us as well as several other family members had fallen on Uncle Hoseyni’s shoulders. Meanwhile Jahan Ara had assigned several of the brothers from the army with the task of going to various cities and seeing to the martyr families.Da (Mother) 128
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Whenever Tehran got too much for me, I would go to the Molavi Camp and spend time with grandfather and Mimi. The folks at the camp were very decent to one another. People from Andishmak, Shush, Dezful, Khorramshahr, and villagers from places like Abbasabad, which was between Andishmak and Shush, were all spending their days in tents.Da (Mother) 127
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Although I never found Tehran a very agreeable place, for the longest time I was gripped by the idea of visiting Imam Khomeini, who lived in Jamaran in the northern part of the city. Leila, the Vatankhah sisters (Sabah, Saleheh, and Fowzieh), and I would set out at 6:00 a.m. every Monday and Thursday when the Imam held public audiences, which generally took place at 8:00 and 10:00 in the morning.Da (Mother) 126
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The political situation in Tehran was unsettled. Every day the Hypocrites appeared at some new location to spread their propaganda, hold meetings, agitate, and debate their opponents. Unable to defend their views with logic, they used force and smacked their opponents’ silly. Laleh Park was one of their regular meeting places.3
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