The month of Ramadhan in memories of freed POWs from Isfahan

Suhoor and watching the sky

Reading the memoirs and narrations of the freed POWs from the years of being away from home, the bitterness of toleration of the tortures and persecution of Iraqi Ba’th forces and the sweetness of brotherhoods and the innovations originated from restriction are tasted by the audience but the memoirs related to the holy month of Ramadhan in captivity like fasting without eating suhoor (an Islamic term referring to the meal consumed early in the morning by Muslims before fasting) and toleration of thirst until hours after evening Azan (call for prayer) is not understandable for each of us who have not experienced those days.

Memoirs of Mohammad Reza Golshani

Preparations to transform grief to joy

Mohammad Reza Golshani, on the onset of Iraq imposed war against Iran was volunteer soldier in brigade 3 of division 81 in Abuzar military base in Sar-e Pol-e Zahab region and member of 142 infantry battalion; is now a veteran of Sepah Pasdaran and cultural, art active member and a photographer; he is also cooperating with Payam Azadegan Institute and deployment of applicants for pilgrimage. We will read his memoirs of the Holy Defense and his years of captivity in Iraqi Besat Camp.

Nowruz (Iranian New Year) memories of Ghulam Hussain Darbandi

Sacrifice in Farvardin (April)

General Ghulam Hussain Darbandi was a combat clinic commander of the armored army 92 of Khuzestan during the Iraq imposed war against Iran. Now, he is a member of the Board of Education of war teachings martyr’s General Ali Sayad Shirazi and Committee Chairman of Staff narrators of Rahian Noor (light Passengers).

Wife Speaks of Martyred Husband

Narrated by Parvin Moradi (Taghavifar)

I married Hamid Taghavifar in 1989. Haj Hamid proposed to me in a meeting with his father. For Hamid, honesty and having a simple life were the criteria for marriage. In our wedding, he had just returned from a mission. He came after me with a simple car and the outfit of a serviceman.

A narrative of popular struggles in Ardestān and Zavareh

Books and announcements and news

At the March 1960, in Amiran neighborhood of the city Zavareh, I was born in a religious Sadat Hosseini family. I went to school at the age of five years old and because I was seen talented, enrolled in first grade. After successfully passed elementary school and receiving sixth degree (certification), I got into high school.

Abdolqaffar Nahavandi Speaks of Guards

Guards Invaded Dormitory 10

AbdolQaffar Nahavandi, nicknamed Taha, was born in Sardab neighborhood in the western city of Nahavand, Hamedan Province, in 1959. He finished his high school in his hometown but went to the northwestern city of Tabriz to study mechanical engineering in the city's university in 1977. Following the 1979 revolution, he received his MS in mechanical engineering from Tabriz University. He is a senior designer of machinery and conducts courses in Zanjan and Qazvin universities from time to time. The following are a part of his recollections of students' anti-Pahlavi campaign in Isfahan University of Technology in 1977.

I handed the pictures to SAVAK

Derived from “The Royal Photographer: Oral History of Mohammad Ali Davari”

Mohammad Ali Davir is a veteran highly skilled photographer in Arak. He was interested in photography since adolescence and with his skills and creativity has had an effective role in promoting this industry in Arak. He turned his back to his class where land owners depended on their power to seek bless and happiness; he travelled to Arak with nothing and was amazed with the char of secretive world of pictures and he crawled to the corners of photographers and darkrooms to print faces when he realized that in this transitory world only photographs are left behind.

Comrade! Take it easy(2)

A Report on the Anti-Shah Campaign in Iraq and Travel to Palestine and Lebanon

In 1968, the exiled founder of SAVAK, Teymur Bakhtiar, was arrested in Beirut because of his activities against the Shah. He was about to be delivered to Iran. Iraqi Baathists brought Bakhtiar to Baghdad by hook or by crook.

Gather and Direct Your School!

Diaries of Abd-ol-ali Mohammadi Pasand, The Principal of Imam Khomeini School of Hamedan in the Post-Revolutionary Period

Imam Khomeini School of Hamadan is one of the schools that is famous and has a great capacity for its about 100 Martyrs students and cultural artistic activities.

Comrade! Take it easy. (1)

A Report on the Anti-Shah Campaign in Iraq and Travel to Palestine and Lebanon

It was 1967. I was under the severe pursuit of SAVAK. Mr. Rafsanjani was arrested by SAVAK for our joint activities and was being interrogated. I received a message from prison in which had asked me to leave Iran and go to Iraq in every possible way and as soon as possible.
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Loss of Memory in Pahlavi Prisons

In total, [I was in prison] about 6 years in two arrests. For the first time after several years, a soldier arranged my escape. I do not know why! Maybe he was one of the influential elements of Islamic groups. They took me to the hospital for the treatment of my hand, which was broken due to the callousness of an officer.

Hajj Pilgrimage

I went on a Hajj pilgrimage in the early 1340s (1960s). At that time, few people from the army, gendarmerie and police went on a pilgrimage to the holy Mashhad and holy shrines in Iraq. It happened very rarely. After all, there were faithful people in the Iranian army who were committed to obeying the Islamic halal and haram rules in any situation, and they used to pray.

A section of the memories of a freed Iranian prisoner; Mohsen Bakhshi

Programs of New Year Holidays
Without 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.

Attack on Halabcheh narrated

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 ...