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The man shrieked at the sight of his own blood. His face, which had been bronzed by the sun, now had the pallor of death. Several men tried to comfort him, telling him that at the hospital they would take care of him. I tied some cloth around his thigh to staunch the blood flow, something I had learned the previous night. I examined other places where shrapnel had penetrated his skin.Da (Mother) 44
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The girls helped me take her aside. Her body was shaking violently and her mouth was dry. She had no strength left after all the shouting and spasms. The girls brought some sugar water and forced it down her throat. With her taken care of, I had to see to the others. I ran into the yard and got some preserves out of a box. Then I found some bread. As soon as they ...Da (Mother) 43
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For his part father looked after her. Because mothers last name was Shah Pasand, meaning “lantana,” father planted the bushes in our little garden, and you have no idea how carefully he looked after them. Whenever Mothers Day rolled around, he would take some time thinking about what to buy her. He gave us money and told us to buy presents for her. I do not know where he got the idea ...Da (Mother) 42
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The woman Zeynab took the children by the hand and we got under way. It was getting dark by the time we reached the Sheikh Salman Mosque. People from the neighborhood and those in the mosque came forward gathering around us. All the aunts came by to embrace mother and the children, kissing them and offering their condolences. All of them were weeping. The mother of Reza said, “The last time ...Da (Mother) 41
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Then they brought a stretcher and put father on it. Salarvand, Parvizpur, the body washers, three of fathers coworkers at the mayors office, a few soldiers and local militia all accompanied the body. It was a strange sight taking him to the grave. Usually when somebody was lost, the deceaseds entire family was on hand for the burial, but today not one of fathers many relatives was there. Not even grandfather, ...Da (Mother) 40
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I took his hand and put it on my head wanting to have him caress me, but he would not. I could not believe he was gone. I placed my head on his chest, hoping to hear his heart beating. I told myself they had probably made a mistake; maybe he was not dead, but his heart did not respond. I was powerless. I opened the lower part of the shroud and knelt down to kiss his feet, ...Da (Mother) 39
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Nearing the children, we could see that Hoseyn was dragging a stick along the ground, and Hasan, holding Zeynabs hand, seemed pale, even sickly. It was clear from Mansurs expression he could not speak, but his pride kept him from crying. Mohsen was standing in a corner and sobbing. I looked around for Leila, who was being comforted by the woman Zeynab. As I looked at them in their grief, I thought about how quickly they had become orphans.Da (Mother) 38
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It was less crowded than on the previous days; there were no wounded people in the clinic. Contrary to what I had imagined, the girls were busy doing their own work. I said hello, and they greeted me warmly. The reaction was very different from the way they had behaved toward to me the day before. Gone was the familiar teasing: “Here comes the grouch” or “You look like a cadaver.”Da (Mother) 37
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I put these thoughts behind me and noticed numbers of people walking toward Mahshahr. This would be my first time there. Not knowing much about the city, I imagined it was not different from Abadan, because like Abadan it had a petrochemical complex and, of course, foreign forces had been stationed there. But when we got there, I saw it was mostly dry wasteland. It seemed as if the sun was fiercer here—everywhere I looked was baked salt marsh.Da (Mother) 36
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It did not take but a few seconds for the jets to veer off toward Taleqani Hospital and drop their bombs between the hospital and a rural area southeast of the city. There were several explosions that sent smoke and dust into the air, followed immediately by the sound of breaking glass. The quaking of the earth was so terrible it felt like a whole had opened up and we were being swallowed by it.6
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Programs of New Year HolidaysWithout 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.
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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 ...The Arab People Committee
Another event that happened in Khuzestan Province and I followed up was the Arab People Committee. One day, we were informed that the Arabs had set up a committee special for themselves. At that time, I had less information about the Arab People , but knew well that dividing the people into Arab and non-Arab was a harmful measure.Kak-e Khak
The book “Kak-e Khak” is the narration of Mohammad Reza Ahmadi (Haj Habib), a commander in Kurdistan fronts. It has been published by Sarv-e Sorkh Publications in 500 copies in spring of 1400 (2022) and in 574 pages. Fatemeh Ghanbari has edited the book and the interview was conducted with the cooperation of Hossein Zahmatkesh.
