Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (65)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (65)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Revelation of Crime After the separation from MKO and making contacts with the late Andarzgou, I needed money. I decided to go the last team-house that I had rented in Gorgan Street to get back my deposit. So, I went to the landlord’s coffee shop. Visiting me, he did greetings warmly and asked: “Where have you been Mr. Akbari?” I said: “I took my family to country.” Without asking me if have had lunch or not, he ordered a Dizzi for me. Then told me: “Help yourself, I’ll be back.” I started to eat and he was busy with his customers. After the lunch I waited but he did not come back. I ignored what I had come for and decided to go. I stood up and went...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (64)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (64)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi During the very first meeting I explained all the betraying events I had passed behind. By his reactions and words I found out that he was more informed than me. I told him: “Right now, I am totally separated from MKO and I am in danger of MKO and SAVAK together. I would possibly be arrested or assassinated. The late Andarzgou (1) said: “Ahmad! Do not worry. Trust God and stay with him. Agha (Imam Khomeini) is aware of all these events.” I said: “Haj Agha! This is foal that is taken up on the roof by us and now when it has become a donkey we do not know how to bring it down. They are colorful snakes grown in our home!”Haj Agha asked: “Don’t you have any...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (63)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (63)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi ThunderContacts with Andarzgou After separation from MKO and moving my furniture to Mo’ezzossoltan Street, one day I was walking aimlessly in the street. I decided to go and visit Haj Sadegh Eslami. After greetings, I reported all my visits and whatever that had happened to me during that last few days. I expressed my sorrow about the separation MKO imposed on my wife and me. He said: “The comrades in in Coalition Councils advised me to take care of you. So, call Haj Mohsen Rafiqdoost (1) tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock and tell him that I have ordered you to go there and get the luggage there. Then he would tell you what to do. Go and be relaxed.”The next day...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (62)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (62)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Separation from MKO Hopeless about me, MKO decided to do something else. It was about October 1975 that one day my wife went out to buy something. We were still in Gorgan Street. It took time more than usual. When she was back she said that she had met a familiar young man about 20 from her previous neighborhood near the bakery and in order to make him confused about the route that she had been going she had gone through misleading way. However, she was still stressful and worried. She believed that young man might have chased her.Iraj said that he might have had reported the matter to the police office or SAVAK and we had to evacuate that house. He said: “Our...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (61)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (61)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Fresh Air My main concern was separation from MKO hopelessly. I checked different ways in my mind which I had disappointedly tested some of them and some needed the essentials inaccessible.One sad sunset I was deeply thinking about different things that suddenly I reminded of my old friend, the late Mohammad Sadegh Eslami. I decided to visit him. He was still managing director of Qa’em Glazing Company. He had an office Bazaar either. I chose Bazaar to meet him. He accepted me warmly. After greetings I put the pamphlet of “Ideology Change” on the table and said: “They (MKO) are Marxists now!” He said: “I don’t believe it!” I said: “But it’s a...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (60)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (60)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi The Sad Destiny Parviz and Khosrow (Ali and Ali Asghar Mirza Ja’far Allaf) who were living with us in the same team-house had the same positions as mine. They were also shocked badly with the newly created conditions. They had been suggested to choose one of two choices. They could remain in MKO and follow its strategies and keep their Islamic believes secret and personal. MKO was promising them it would create an Islamic branch for the Muslim comrades. The second choice them was going abroad and continuing the struggle there. There was a third choice too, but never said.Parviz who was the lesser brother had lost his wife, job and money for MKO goals and it was...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (59)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (59)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Neglecting the Kids MKO had occupied our time and life completely. We had forgotten many affairs of our personal life. One of them was neglecting our kids’ rights. Neither my wife nor I noticed the natural rights of our kids. I was drowned in organization’s affair, trainings, rendezvous, and copying the statements & pamphlets; and Fatima was busy with trainings inside groups and studying different books. We could not be good parents for Maryam and Zahra and fulfill them with necessary love of a mother and father.For taking care of Maryam and Zahra we had a program. One of them had to be kept at my mother-in-law’s house and the other with ourselves. We would...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (58)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (58)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Serial Events Few days after visiting Taqi Shahram, MKO ordered me to evacuate the team-house in Bouzarjomehri Street and rent a new one where in which Khosrow and Parviz could stay at nights. They were in Sabalan Street team-house. My wife who was skilled in this task could find a good place somewhere near Qiyam (Shah) Square neighboring Imam Sadegh Technical High School. Few days later we could buy some second hand furniture from Fouziyeh (Imam Hussein) Square and take there.I introduced myself as “Ahmad Akbari” to the householder and I told her that I was a worker in Abyek Cement Factory in Qazvin and I would be there only for one or two nights a week and my...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (57)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (57)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Taqi Shahram who was really angry of me would permanently use labels like well-off petit bourgeois, right-winged pseudo-leftist opportunist (1) and reactionary for me. He told Iraj: "This well-off petit bourgeois still cannot identify the status of workers." I said: "It's you the one who do not identify; you've used the money of these workers, Muslims and the nation, and now you are turning your back to them." He said: "This is our right and we have led the stream of struggle and this is our right to use their facilities." I asked: "What will happen to other Muslim comrades?" he said: "All have accepted the ideology change. Few are remained like you that we...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (56)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (56)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Behind the Curtain Visit with Taqi Shahram I couldn’t understand why Fatimah would not show any reaction and this was bothering me. I could guess some changes had happened in her ideas. I thought her religious believes would not let her to take position against me. Lack of reaction by her made me thinking about her attempts and words during the last few months and then I frightened.Few days later Iraj came and said: “Shapour, someone comes here today to discuss with you and hear your objections and explain the developments for you.” Iraj mounted a rope in the middle of the room and put a veil on it and divided the room to two parts. That afternoon he came. Iraj...