Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Part 28)
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Memoirs of Marzieh Hadidchi (Dabbagh) (Part 28)
Edited by: Mohsen Kazemi
Tehran, Sooreh Mehr Publications Company
2002 (Persian Version)
Translated by: Zahra Hosseinian
Travels to Syria and Lebanon
Various warriors and political people came to Lebanon and Syria with different insights and goals and often contacted the group members. Some came to pass military and guerrilla training courses, some came to provide weapons and ammunition, and some came to deliver a message and something like that. If they were women, I would be in charge of their military training. The training courses, depending on their type, lasted from twenty to forty five days and its location was in the barracks between Lebanese and Syrian border.
Several female students and a housewife from Mashhad were among those who were taught martial training and then returned to Iran. They first went to one of the Persian Gulf countries to come to Syria and after receiving a forged passport which was provided by our group, they came to Syria. They went back to Iran through the same procedure.
We were cautious in providing explosives and weapons to the people of the group. Those who were prominent in courage, knowledge, and perseverance could carry weapons and ammunition to the country. They concealed these light weapons and sometimes TNT inside their car.
Once martyr Montazeri concealed weapons, ammunition, and TNT inside the car of Mr. [Yahya] Rahim Safavi and sent him to Iran. But he had an accident in the middle of the path and his car took fire and he himself also hurt.
After being informed about the accident, a number of men of the group went to help and returned him. It seemed that Safavi were hospitalized in Turkey for a while and returned to Iran after recovery.
We had a lot of such incidents. The man and woman, who came from Mashhad and spent some time in Lebanon and Syria, had suffered such an accident when they returned to Iran. They had put the explosives near the exhaust pipe. With the gradual heating of the exhaust pipe, the car exploded. I was missioned by the group to return them to the Syrian border.
During the time I was abroad, I was always afraid to be identified by people who came there. One time before visiting my husband, a person knew me, and I asked him not to say anything about me and my address to my family when he returned to Iran. As I was afraid the SAVAK harassed my family to find me. Once, a group came from Tehran to Syria for pilgrimage under guardianship of Haj Anvari. I introduced myself to him so that I could get some financial assistance for the group; and he paid us some money, so some parts of our financial problems were solved.
I had no contact or correspondence with my family during this time, and I just sent some clothes for my children once. Of course I used the person who had finished his training courses and was a trusted person. My family was very surprised when the package of clothes was delivered to my son-in-law’s shop; and fortunately, the deliverer had not given my address as he had promised[1].
Meeting Martyr Andarzegou
I am Thankful to God that I could meet reverend martyr Seyyed Ali Andarzgou[2] during those travels. He had come to the region purposefully. In addition to assessing the fighting forces in abroad and making contact with them he wanted to provide some weapons and ammunition
One day martyr Montazeri told me, "A sheikh has come from Iran it’s good for you to go to meet and get acquainted with him tonight." I had heard a lot about martyr Andarzegou, but I had never seen him. Sheikh Mohammad did not tell me that this sheikh is Andarzgou.
That night, when I went to visit the sheikh, I did not imagine that he would recognize me. But when he saw me, after greeting he immediately asked, "Aren’t you Mrs. Dabbagh?" I was surprised and answered, "No, I’m sister Tahereh!" He said, "Yes! I know you’re called Tahereh here, but I know you from the time when you were in Iran..." He even said with whom I worked in Iran and I was connected. Hearing these things was not understandable; how could he have all of this information about me. "How did you get this information," I asked, "and how do you know me?" He replied, "I’m Andarzgou." I just knew him and I felt comfortable and began greeting and welcoming him again.
To be continued…
[1]. See attachment 2 for more information about other comings and goings.
[2]. Seyyed Ali Andarzegou was born in a religious family at the holy month of Ramadan in 1937, in the south of Tehran. Because of poverty and assisting in family livelihood, he left studying after finishing primary school and began working in the bazaar. He went to the neighborhood mosque to study religious courses. At the same time he joined the military wing of the allied groups and after the revolutionary execution of Hasan Ali Mansour; he went first to the Qom and after that to the Najaf to continue his studying. After returning from Iraq, he was again busy studying in the seminary of Qom and enjoyed the presence of Ayatollahs Meshkini and Makarem Shirazi. Because he was wanted by SAVAK, he introduced himself as Sheikh Abbas Tehrani in Qom. But he was identified after a while due to do various activities. Therefore, he came to Chizar (a region near Shemiran, Tehran) and continued his education before Ayatollah Seyyed Ali Asghar Hashemi. After a while, he went to Mashhad and settled down in the Razavi confines, and thus he was able to travel to Afghanistan. Andarzogou married at age 27. But he submitted to divorce after a short time, when he was on the run because of Mansour's assassination. Later, he married with daughter of Mr. Ezatollah Silsapoor. The fruit of this marriage is four sons. During the fighting, martyr Andarzegou contacted with Hezbollah organization through martyr Mohammad Mofidi and Mojahedin-e Khalq organization through martyr Ahmad Reza'ie. With the publicizing of the organization's eclectic and Marxist positions in 1976, and following the martyrdom of Majid Sharif Vaghefi and Morteza Samadieh Labaf, the name of Andarzegou was also listed on the list of assassinations for the preservation of Islamic stances. Andarzegou was finally identified and martyred on the night of Ramadan 19th (August 24th 1978) by SAVAK in Iran Street. Some of his pseudonyms were: 1. Sheikh Abbas Tehrani 2. Dr. Seyyed Hossein Hosseini 3. Abolghasem Vasei 4. Abdolkarim Sepehrnia 5. Abolhasan Nahvi 6. Mohammad Hossein Joharchi 7. Javadi. (Memoirs of Ahmad Ahmad, by attempted of Mohsen Kazemi, Tehran, Islamic Revolution Office, 2000, p 386)
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