Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 58)

In order to clarify the prison space in Mrs. Dabbagh memories, we interviewed with some of her fellow prisoners and daughter (Rezvaneh). Mrs. Manzar Khayyer, Susan Haddad, Adel and Zahra Mirkhani related their memories in an interview. We chose some of them which were related to the content of this book.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 57)

There was plenty of coming and goings in the pavilion, therefore, I spread a newspaper under my foot in a corner to perform my prayer. Finishing my prayer, I saw people stopped and looked at me in surprise. They looked questioningly at what I was doing. They marveled more when saw that the men of our delegation did the same in another corner. It seems that they had not seen such a thing yet.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 56)

After breakfast, we collected our clothes and personal stuffs and everything we had, because we had to return to Iran immediately after communicating the letter; we were not allowed to visit the popular sights of Moscow and other cities of the Soviet Union. The reason was that those who were involved with the preparation of the delegations travel in Iran, asked Imam Khomeini, "now that these [members of the delegation] are going to go to the Soviet Union, ...

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 55)

In the promised day, I moved toward airport after saying goodbye to my family. Reaching there, I saw Mr. Larijani along with a number of embassy agents of the Islamic Republic of Iran in Moscow, besides Mr. Javadi Amoli. Then it turned out that Mr. Larijani was also one of members of the mission which was supervised by Mr. Javadi Amoli. The embassy agents accompanied us and came to Moscow to facilitate the consular affairs and administrative procedures.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 54)

Three or five days later, Haj Ahmad Agha called me again and emphasized which day and hour I should be at the airport. I asked him if I could tell the destination to my family and say goodbye to them. He said yes, there is no problem. And then he stressed that if I have not written my will so far, I do it.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 53)

These angry people rushed to the back wall of guards barrack and demanded weapons and ammunition. We felt that it would cause riots and chaos, and it is not impossible that the foreign instigators (hypocrites) were involved. We refused to comply with their request. Facing with our refusal, the people gradually began to shout slogans against us. Therefore, we were certain that several hypocrites probably were among them.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 52)

In battles and firefighting, many natives joined us voluntarily and helped us to cleanse the areas. A number of people, who were formerly members of the Komala and Democratic small groups, now had joined us. One of former members of the Democratic Party, who had joined us by getting a draft of freedom and a pardon, really worked hard and informed us about everything he knew. He also was very skillful in firing RPG.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 51)

A man named Hadi Roshanravan, husband of Behjat Teeftakchi (one of assistants of Massoud Rajavi in Iraq), could establish an organization affiliated with the MKO in Hamadan with the help of a number of his like-minded. Two sons of Haj Taghi Aalami (Damghani), the leader of Friday prayer in Hamadan, collaborated with Roshanravans organization. After short while, their collaboration and support led to membership. Unfortunately, the two sons were enjoyed of spiritual and ...

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 50)

After end of siege in Paveh, I visited Imam to report. While reporting the results of some activities and attempts, I spoke about the participation of IRGC forces in the liberation of Paveh, and I informed him that it was a good and triumphant operation, but unfortunately, we had a few martyrs and several have been captured by the Komala. I told Imam that the Komala have asked money for releasing the captives.

Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 49)

When the positions and regions of counterrevolution elements fell into the hands of loyal forces of the regime and revolution, and they were eliminated from the elements of combatant, the counterrevolutions got angry and embarked on terrible crimes against defenseless people and even the passersby and passengers; they took out their eyes and tongue, pulled their nails out, and so on.
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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 ...