Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 27)

2018-01-23

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh)

Edited by: Mohsen Kazemi

Tehran, Sooreh Mehr Publications Company

‎2002 (Persian Version)‎

Translated by: Zahra Hosseinian

 

Meeting my husband

During my stay in Lebanon and Syria, I was involved in various plans day and night and there was no time to think about anything other than combating, but I was mentally in pressure because of being away from my husband and children; and I was preoccupied with it, although I tried not to bat an eyelid and only continue my works. But sometimes, the nostalgia and the mental pressure increased so much that I went to the shrine of Zainab (SA). I said to myself that you did not feel embarrassed to moan in the face of Hazrat Zainab whose children and brother were killed in front of her eyes? Your children are living and studying and your husband takes care about them! And...

 Such pouring out my heart in the shrine of Hazrat Zainab calmed me down, and I thought with more trust about the way I had chosen.

It was a mutual concern. The family and especially my husband were very worried about me and did not know how and where am I exactly and what am I doing and whether I am safe or not? Therefore, they tried to hear from me and my status through different people and centers. In his pursuit, my husband visited martyr Beheshti and asked about me. Martyr Beheshti guided him to travel to Lebanon and see Imam Musa Sadr.

Mr. Dabbagh (my husband) packed at the first opportunity and traveled to Syria first and then to Lebanon. After a hot pursuit, he found Imam Musa Sadr’s office and went to see him and insisted to be informed about me. Ayatollah Sadr, who was somehow uncertain, said he had to wait until tomorrow. Mr. Dabbagh asked the reason and Mr. Sadr explained that he should first see Mohammed Montazeri to get the addressee.

One of the agents in the Imam Musa Sadr's office informed me of this meeting very quickly. He talked about a man with my husband’s specifications who followed me insistently. I told the agent these specifications match my husband. So, I quickly went out of my place. First, I went to a good hotel and reserved a room, and then I asked the agent to bring my husband from the office of Imam Sadr [to the hotel].

Visiting my husband after a very long time was joyful and pleasant. I was very happy to see him and hear about my children and family. Each of our kids and son-in-laws had a message for me. I had grandchild now. My sons and daughters were studying. I received useful information about the political situation in the country. My husband asked me where I was and what I did during this period. I explained him how I arrived in London and the hard times I had spent there and then my situation in Lebanon and Syria. When I told him that I met Imam Khomeini, signs of satisfaction were seen on his face. As he had strong belief in Imam, he was pleased and more relaxed when heard I am in Lebanon by Imam’s advice. When I saw calmness in my husband’ face, I considered that he remembered martyr Saeedi’s memory when he was interested in my presence in the combating and in my husband’s participation in this profitable trading.

After that logical discussion with martyr Saeedi, my husband really never stopped me of participating in the revolution and battlefield, and by accepting the responsibility for our household, tried to help me to step in this way freely.

That night passed and my husband decided to return without having any worry. I saw him off to the border of Syria.

In those days, I do not know where Mohammad Montazeri was, but, when he returned and heard about visiting my husband, he got extremely angry and strongly criticized the meeting of me and my husband in Lebanon. He knew this meeting as an offense since it was without the knowledge of the group and the organization's satisfaction. He said such unplanned moves harmed the organization and increased the risk of being leaked out. He believed that the meeting of me and my husband was a self-centered and individualistic action.

Due to Sheikh Mohammad’s response and reaction, I expected a severe punishment. I think it was the next day when Mohammad came and without asking any question and preparation, he said, "Get ready to go to Syria, I should do a job." In accordance with the principle of "Following the superior", I did not ask any question and moved very quickly with him, without having the opportunity to make money. I had only five Syrian liras.

In Damascus, we went to a hotel, possibly was called al-Nasr, located on Marja’ayoun Avenue.  "Stay here," Montazeri said, "I have to go to do some works then I’ll pick you up in the afternoon." He did not tell me what I should do there and if he was late or did not come, what was my duty. So, I figured out unpleasant hours awaiting me. And this is a punishment; a punishment for visiting my husband! I was given a passport with the name ‘Zeenat Ahmadi Neeli’ which borne my photo. Later in Lebanon an ID card with the same name was issued for me in Imam Musa Sadr's office, so I could easily travel between Lebanon and Syria.

The same day, a few hours later, I bought a loaf of Syrian thyme bread and ate. It was evening ... it was night ... it was morning ... it was noon ... But Mohammad didn’t come. Every day it dawned, and then the sun shone in the middle of the sky, after that it set and darkened; but there was no news of him. It was a very bad situation and daunting moments. On one hand, I considered the order of Mohammad Montazeri as the order of the organization and I did not want to disobey; and on the other hand, if I did, I did not know any places in Syria and had no idea how to go there, although I had a lot of traffic there. So, I waited. I let my eye’s rest on the door until Muhammad arrives, but it was in vain. I fasted during days. I did not have any money to buy a good meal. I bought a loaf of Syrian bread every day by my five liras, and broke my fast. But this subsisting on small amount of food was useless, until I became badly ill and suffered weakness and feeble.

The fourth day came, but I did not hear from Mohammad Montazeri. I was in critical condition and had no energy to stand on my feet. After performing my evening prayers I turned giddy due to the severity of my weakness. I dragged myself along toward my bed, picked up the receiver of the phone and before I could say anything, I collapsed and fell on the ground and no longer understood anything.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a room while a serum was attached to my hand. I asked myself, "What has happened, where I am?" A nurse said you were taken to the hospital while you were unconscious. And then I found out that the hotel owner or manager had noticed my condition when was seeing the line of my room is continuously busy, and then he quickly informed the police. And… 

There was a phone number in my pocket. It seemed that the police had searched my clothes and found the phone number as soon as they had seen my half-alive body. It was Rohallah Mirzaee’s phone number. He, of course, had traveled there for spending guerrilla training under a pseudonym of Hossein. The police called and informed him. He immediately came to the hospital and was shocked by seeing me there on that state. "What are you doing here?" he asked. I replied, "I don’t know, as if I’ve felt ill at the hotel and fainted." He said, "Don’t worry, I'll find our friends and bring them here."

Hossein went to the shrine and waited for a while, until he saw one of the members of our group named "brother Siraj"[1]. After being informed, he in turn let the other members to know the story and all of them together made a plan for my escape from hospital.

The next day, Siraj and Aladpoush[2] came to the hospital with planning and took me out of the hospital through a path he had determined. We ran away together with a car they had rented and went to their place, where Martyr Montazeri went them and spent most of the nights.

Escape from the hospital was a necessity because otherwise my real nature would leak out and as a result, both I and other friends would get into many problems. Siraj, Gharazi, and Aladpoush were angry with Mohammad. Other friends protested too much and eventually this story turned into a very important matter among the group. Also it became increasingly more serious to the extent that it was taken into consideration in Iran. Mohammad Montazeri justified his reaction with different reasons and considered it necessary. In such situation Ayatollah Ahmad Janati came to Syria from the group of militant clerics to eliminate the misunderstandings. After examining the matter, he said Mohammad was not allowed to show such a reaction. But Mohammad argued with different questions, such as what happened if Mr. Dabbagh was leaked out, or what should we do if he died, and so on.

After I recovered and the political consequences were eliminated, I returned to Lebanon and continued my activities.

 

To be continued…

 
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