The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 7

Diary of a Rescuer

It was in the month of Bahman when the chemical warfare classes were established. The enemy was expanding the scale of their crimes. We went to learn the complexities of chemical warfare. One day, "Haj Mojtaba," who was in charge of the chemical warfare training, mentioned that he needed a significant number of rescuers. He asked me if I could go to Tehran to gather the guys and bring them.

The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 6

Diary of a Rescuer

I was there for about two months when they announced that they were holding classes and exams at the Dokooheh Garrison. I went to Dokooheh with a few of the guys to continue my studies. One night while we were studying, one of the guys noticed that I was sick with leishmaniasis. He suggested I go to the garrison’s hospital. I went and they gave me some injections.

The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 5

Diary of a Rescuer

I returned to Tehran to retake my examinations. I began studying diligently, and two months later, I attempted and successfully passed the exams - the same three retakes I had previously failed. It was during the Khaibar Operation that Jalil Zokaee went missing. The rescuer, a clergy who also prayed at night, did not neglect the Ahd supplication of Imam Zaman after the morning prayer.

The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 4

Diary of a Rescuer

Mehdi Khandan, the commander of the Meqdad Battalion, was also martyred. His troops said that 72 hours earlier, he had dreamed of his martyrdom and had a face-to-face encounter with God. At ten in the morning, we set off by car to scout the captured areas. We reached a grove where a road had been built. On the left side of the road, there were four trucks that had previously carried supplies ...

The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 3

Diary of a rescuer

There wasn't much to do in the camp, as we spent our time learning to swim in the river nearby. The number of the wounded in emergency ward fluctuated depending on the movements in Iraq, sometimes there were few and other times many, which left us with little to do. After a while, I went to Tehran for some time off. When I returned, I was ...

The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 2

Diary of a rescuer

The intense physical training resumed, this time at the Imam Hussein (AS) barracks in Tehran. Unlike before, strict discipline and respect for military principles were required. Upon entering the barracks during Ramadan on a Thursday, we were instructed to return home and arrive at 5 pm on Friday. I arrived a bit past 5 pm on Thursday and, ...

The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 1

Diary of a Rescuer

As we approach the end of this writing, the spirit of sincerity and purity within it becomes more evident. I can't help but feel a sense of admiration and envy for these courageous and devoted young individuals who, in less than half our lifetime, have achieved a level of status that inspires a spiritual ascension when their experiences are recounted.

Da (Mother) 143

The Memoirs of Seyyedeh Zahra Hoseyni

Until that time he had been in the border areas with soldiers overseeing the United Nations peace. Some of these soldiers were the same ones who had taken us prisoner or had killed our forces. Habib agreed to come to Tehran at a time when the city was secure. Life had been very hard for us the whole time he was away. Things would crop up that needed the presence of a man;

Da (Mother) 142

The Memoirs of Seyyedeh Zahra Hoseyni

After various other incidents and things I can’t speak about for lack of space, the war finally ended in August 1988. Nevertheless, Habib, because of his specialty, had to stay on in the region. The children were growing up, and their problems were multiplying. They had reached school age. All responsibilities for raising them fell on my shoulders.

Da (Mother) 141

The Memoirs of Seyyedeh Zahra Hoseyni

There were four other apartments on the fourth floor. In the first was a woman from Tehran living on her own. She was what they called an “oppressed” person, who was given the apartment because of her economic circumstances. In the second was the family of a father martyred in the war who had been married to an Afghan woman.
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