Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 8)

After recovering, I realized what had happened and I had come back from a world to another world. After four years of that spiritual meeting, I tried to convince my husband to go to Qom from time to time; and through Imams friends and companions heard about him who lived in exile now, so that we could inform of his thoughts and plans. Among those whom we visited, I can mention the late Rabbani Shirazi, Shahid Mohammad Montazeri, and Mousavi Ardebili.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 7)

On the morning of that bloody day, I went out of the house to buy some bread. The Khorasan square was crowded. I went toward Shahbaz Street (17Shahrivar). I saw the policemen of police station 4 have stood in front of people and have defensive and battle array. The situation was completely unusual, but there was no overcrowding. I entered Sangak bakery, a few people were ahead of me in the queue.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 6)

In April 1961, grand ayatollah Boroujerdi passed away. The discussion of determining grand ayatollah was the matter of day. The unknown name of Ayatollah Khomeini was heard from some preachers who sat on the pulpits and preached. It was most familiar to the seminary students and scholars of Qom. Grand Ayatollahs pioneered to hold the memorial service of the Shiite Muslim religious authority, Ayatollah Boroujerdi. In fact, it implied introducing them as a grand Ayatollah, but the name of Ayatollah Khomeini was raised more than others due to the characteristics which were attributed to him.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 5)

I was looking for studies, while had three daughters. It was necessary to be adequately and sufficiently careful about their upbringing. Childrens upbringing, housekeeping, shopping, cooking, and entertaining guests who came sometimes from Hamedan, created a difficult situation for me. But I was pleased to deal with them, because my soul was satisfied; and continued my studies with great love, until we moved to our new house on Ghiasi Street (Aref intersection).

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 4)

According to the circumstances and conditions of the time, doing somethings by women was not custom and even sometimes denounced. I was interested in making sense and in being informed of all issues due to my special mentalities, and sometimes did things that seemed odd to others. In the first ten days of Muharram, for example, I gathered all my friends and family members and formed a group.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 3)

In the last days of spring of 1939, I was born in Imamzadeh Abdollah neighborhood in the historical city of Hamedan and grew up in a religious and cultural family. From the first days of life, my childish crying as second child was a matter of concern. And it might have been announcing the winding and up and down ways of my future life, and also a fluid and restless spirit which followed the truth.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 2)

Marzieh Hadidchi was born in Hamedan in 1939, and grew up in a religious and cultural family. She started studying in old-style school and for learning the Quran and Nahj al-Balaghah, she enjoyed much from her fathers knowledge. ... In 1954, she got married Muhammad Hasan Dabbagh. It was the beginning of her lifes transformations. In the early days of her marriage, she immigrated to Tehran following her husband.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 1)

Men are not the only performers of various social, political, economic, and cultural scenes; women are also involved, and their historical position in social developments should be further explored and investigated. The role of women in the victory of the Islamic Revolution, and the protection of achievements and the management of its goals, is significant and basic. During the struggles and political activity against the Imperial regime, women played a direct and indirect role.

Seyyed of Quarters 15 (38)

Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

It had passed a month of my liberty. I still was my family’s favorite. They did not allow me not lift a hand, but I became bored of sitting in home and did not do anything. I went out of the room. I looked at our faded entrance door. To get rid of boredom, I went out and bought a few kilos paint and some brushes from paint and hardware store. Before captivity period, each one kilo can of paint was 250 Riyals. I thought that I spent only sixty Tomans, but now I should pay 2500 Rilas for each one-kilo can. The seller took me six hundred Tomans. "Why the prices have multiplied" I said to myself.

Seyyed of Quarters 15 (37)

Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

The same day we entered Iranian territory through Khosravi border. Fifty or sixty tents had been set up for prisoners to be settled and quarantined. We stayed there for three days. Shamkhani also came by helicopter to visit POWs. In these three days, some of POWs wanted to punish those who had spied for Iraqis. During their captivity, some of POWs had to endure great hardships by spys information, and therefore they wanted to punish them.
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Loss of Memory in Pahlavi Prisons

In total, [I was in prison] about 6 years in two arrests. For the first time after several years, a soldier arranged my escape. I do not know why! Maybe he was one of the influential elements of Islamic groups. They took me to the hospital for the treatment of my hand, which was broken due to the callousness of an officer.

Hajj Pilgrimage

I went on a Hajj pilgrimage in the early 1340s (1960s). At that time, few people from the army, gendarmerie and police went on a pilgrimage to the holy Mashhad and holy shrines in Iraq. It happened very rarely. After all, there were faithful people in the Iranian army who were committed to obeying the Islamic halal and haram rules in any situation, and they used to pray.

A section of the memories of a freed Iranian prisoner; Mohsen Bakhshi

Programs of New Year Holidays
Without blooming, without flowers, without greenery and without a table for Haft-sin , another spring has been arrived. Spring came to the camp without bringing freshness and the first days of New Year began in this camp. We were unaware of the plans that old friends had in this camp when Eid (New Year) came.

Attack on Halabcheh narrated

With wet saliva, we are having the lunch which that loving Isfahani man gave us from the back of his van when he said goodbye in the city entrance. Adaspolo [lentils with rice] with yoghurt! We were just started having it when the plane dives, we go down and shelter behind the runnel, and a few moments later, when the plane raises up, we also raise our heads, and while eating, we see the high sides ...