The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 10
Diary of a Rescuer
I was on my way back to Dokoohhe, feeling familiar with the railroad, its tracks, and wagons. As it was dinner time, I went to get a drink on the train and that's when I saw Haj Mojtaba Asgari in the train corridor. I hadn't seen Hajj in about a month. His father had suffered a stroke, and the Haji had been taking care of his father's hospital work.The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 9
Diary of a Rescuer
The next day when we were in Dokooheh, I visited the medical unit. Two or three days later, we traveled to Joffair and stayed overnight. The next morning, Haji Mameqani arranged for me to be driven to Majnoon Island. Upon our arrival, I was greeted by Ghiyassi and we embraced before I assisted him in the emergency room. I stayed there for some time, ...The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 8
Diary of a Rescuer
When the jet fighters arrived and began bombing one after another, it was no longer safe to stay. The guys turned back and took shelter behind the first fort, about ten meters away from the water. Some men ahead continued to resist, but eventually they too retreated as the situation grew more critical with each passing moment. The planes continued to bomb relentlessly.The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 7
Diary of a Rescuer
It was in the month of Bahman when the chemical warfare classes were established. The enemy was expanding the scale of their crimes. We went to learn the complexities of chemical warfare. One day, "Haj Mojtaba," who was in charge of the chemical warfare training, mentioned that he needed a significant number of rescuers. He asked me if I could go to Tehran to gather the guys and bring them.The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 6
Diary of a Rescuer
I was there for about two months when they announced that they were holding classes and exams at the Dokooheh Garrison. I went to Dokooheh with a few of the guys to continue my studies. One night while we were studying, one of the guys noticed that I was sick with leishmaniasis. He suggested I go to the garrison’s hospital. I went and they gave me some injections.The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 5
Diary of a Rescuer
I returned to Tehran to retake my examinations. I began studying diligently, and two months later, I attempted and successfully passed the exams - the same three retakes I had previously failed. It was during the Khaibar Operation that Jalil Zokaee went missing. The rescuer, a clergy who also prayed at night, did not neglect the Ahd supplication of Imam Zaman after the morning prayer.The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 4
Diary of a Rescuer
Mehdi Khandan, the commander of the Meqdad Battalion, was also martyred. His troops said that 72 hours earlier, he had dreamed of his martyrdom and had a face-to-face encounter with God. At ten in the morning, we set off by car to scout the captured areas. We reached a grove where a road had been built. On the left side of the road, there were four trucks that had previously carried supplies ...The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 3
Diary of a rescuer
There wasn't much to do in the camp, as we spent our time learning to swim in the river nearby. The number of the wounded in emergency ward fluctuated depending on the movements in Iraq, sometimes there were few and other times many, which left us with little to do. After a while, I went to Tehran for some time off. When I returned, I was ...The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 2
Diary of a rescuer
The intense physical training resumed, this time at the Imam Hussein (AS) barracks in Tehran. Unlike before, strict discipline and respect for military principles were required. Upon entering the barracks during Ramadan on a Thursday, we were instructed to return home and arrive at 5 pm on Friday. I arrived a bit past 5 pm on Thursday and, ...The Embankment Wounded Shoulders – 1
Diary of a Rescuer
As we approach the end of this writing, the spirit of sincerity and purity within it becomes more evident. I can't help but feel a sense of admiration and envy for these courageous and devoted young individuals who, in less than half our lifetime, have achieved a level of status that inspires a spiritual ascension when their experiences are recounted.1
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Sir Saeed
The book “Sir Saeed” is a documentary [narrative] of the life of martyr Seyyed Mohammad Saeed Jafari, written by Mohammad Mehdi Hemmati and published by Rahiyar Publications. In March 2024, this book was recognized as one of the selected documentary biographies in the 21st edition of the Sacred Defense Book of the Year Award. The following text is a review on the mentioned book.Morteza Tavakoli Narrates Student Activities
I am from Isfahan, born in 1336 (1957). I entered Mashhad University with a bag of fiery feelings and a desire for rights and freedom. Less than three months into the academic year, I was arrested in Azar 1355 (November 1976), or perhaps in 1354 (1975). I was detained for about 35 days. The reason for my arrest was that we gathered like-minded students in the Faculty of Literature on 16th of Azar ...A narration from the event of 17th of Shahrivar
Early on the morning of Friday, 17th of Shahrivar 1357 (September 17, 1978), I found myself in an area I was familiar with, unaware of the gathering that would form there and the intense reaction it would provoke. I had anticipated a march similar to previous days, so I ventured onto the street with a tape recorder I had brought back from my recent trip abroad.A Review of the Book “Brothers of the Castle of the Forgetful”: Memoirs of Taher Asadollahi
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