Da (Mother) II

The Memoirs of Seyyedeh Zahra Hoseyni

The Da-occasioned divide between Tahmineh Milani and Zahra Hoseyni, however brief, typifies a larger and more lasting fissure in Iranian society today. At the time of this writing more than a quarter century has passed since the end of the War. Many members of the under thirty generation have no direct memory of it, nor are they eager to hear or read about it. Moreover, some young people view the public commemoration of the War and state-sponsored fiction and nonfiction works on it as regime propaganda.

One Womans War

Da (Mother) I

The Memoirs of Seyyedeh Zahra Hoseyni

One Womans War: Da (Mother) the Memoirs of Seyyedeh Zahra Hoseyni is many things. Part autobiography, part oral history of the Iran-Iraq War (1980– 88), the work is the story of Zahra Hoseyni, a female descendant of the Prophet Mohammad (thereby termed a Seyyedeh), whose Kurdish family found refuge in Iran after being expelled from their native Iraq. There are three parts to the book. The first speaks of the authors early life ...

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

Many years have passed since those days. My children are grown up. Each one is following his/her interests. Mojtaba has studied in two fields of IT technology and architecture and is working in architecture field which is his main interest. He is getting married these days. Mahya is a student in Law. Ali is residing in the northern part of country. Shahnaz is a retired of Ministry of Education and Fouziyeh is a retired bookkeeper of Imam Khomeini hospital.

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

In the year 1989 the Ministry of Education of Khorramshahr invited back its teachers to work. Shahnaz was among the first who decided to go back and continue her job. Once when my mother and I had gone to see Shahnaz in Khorramshahr, I saw that the Ministry of Health has established a clinic near Allah square. For once an idea came to my mind. I told myself to go and see how the clinic working condition is.

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

Two of his body guards were standing beside him. He wanted to say a word but the woman came and stood beside me too. The woman and Sayyad Shirazi recognized each other and greeted. He said: “What are you doing here? How did you get here at the first place?!” I don’t remember whose name the woman brought up, I just saw him saying: “Where is the car of x?” Sayyad Shirazi responded: “He filled the car and left.”

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

At the end of second month of spring 1989 we noticed that Imam is not feeling well. I don’t know why I felt angry instead of feeling sad! We really believed that the flag of this revolution will pass from the hands of Imam to the hands of Sahib Al-Zaman. We really believed “God spare Khomeini until the revolution of Mehdi”. Therefore I could not accept any news about the sickness of Imam.

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

My plan in Arak took twelve months. When I had done with my plan, I returned to Tehran. I liked to work somewhere. I found out that Tehran University is employing. At the end of 1987 I participated in the employment exam of Tehran University. Around two months later the results were published and thanks God I had been accepted. In second square of Tehran Pars there was a hospital called Arash which was affiliated to Tehran University.

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

It was the second month of summer of 1986 and I had just returned from Arak. One morning my mom woke me up saying: “Sabbah I am going to do some shopping from Sepah store. Half an hour later wake Abbas up and send him to help me carry the shopping items.” Sepah store was located in Ostad Nejatollahi Avenue and was near our house. Since my father had become sick, the shopping was my mother’s and our responsibility.

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

On the first month of summer 1985 my studies were over and I got my associate degree in midwifery and returned to Tehran. We said goodbye with heavy hearts and parted. We had become close during our study years. Ferdows gave birth to her second child in 1984. Hossein was a sweet and lovely boy who brought special joy to our family. Two years later Mehdi was born and Ferdows and Agha Mohammad had a family to take care.

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Memoirs of Sabah Vatankhah

I had kept silent until that moment and was just listening. I wanted to hear first and find out to which group he belongs and then answer him properly. The coward had seen two soldiers and was trying to make them hopeless with his non sense words. I turned my head back and said: “How come you defend the public whereas you do not even know your own public and people?!” He said: “What does this mean?! What do you mean?!”

Significance and Function of Oral History in Documenting Organizational Knowledge and History – 2

Dr. Abolfazl Hasanabadi, Dr. Habibollah Esmaeeli and Dr. Mehdi Abolhasani participated in the fifth meeting out of the series of meetings on oral history in Iran hosted by Mrs. Mosafa. In the meeting set up in the History Hallway of the Clubhouse, they talked about “the significance and function of oral history in documenting organizational knowledge and history”. In continuation of the show, the host invited Dr. Hasanabadi to continue talks about ...

Book review: “Line of Blacksmiths”

Autobiographical memoirs of a young man from Dezful during the imposed war The "Line of Blacksmiths" uses a beautiful front cover which enjoys elegance and taste in its design; as the selected text on the back cover is proof of the authenticity and belief that shows the Iranian combatant proud and the real winner of the imposed war: "I went to get my gun. They were looking at me. Their crying and begging increased.

Excerpts from Memoirs of Abdullah Salehi

On the 28th of September 1980, in the back alleys of the Taleghani [Khorramshahr] neighborhood, we clashed with Iraqi artillery. Speed of action was important. If we reacted late, the rackets would hit us. Sometimes I lurked behind the alleys so that I could surprise the Iraqis. In one of these ambushes, I turned off the car so that they would not hear his voice. I was waiting for the head of the truck to be found across the street.

A Review of the Book "Ismail Nazr-Aftab"

Memoirs of a captive named Ismail Karimian Shaddel
When our gaze passes through the cheerful and smiling face of Ishmael among the white bouquet on a light blue background and stops on the back cover of the book, we empathize with him through these few sentences of the narrator in his journey: "I knew from the way the tires were moving that the car was moving on the asphalt road. I lost consciousness again. I woke up to vague sounds like the voices of women and children.