The Narrator of Collective Memoirs and Away from Useless Political Tensions

Compiled by: Hamid Qazvini
Translated by: Fazel Shirzad

2022-6-14


Seyyed Mahmoud Doaei, a calm and humble figure in the field of media, passed away at the age of 81 after several decades of cultural and political activity.

      From a young age and studying in the seminary of Qom, he joined the clergy movement and from the middle of the 1340s, by migrating to the city of Najaf, he became one of Imam Khomeini's close associates.

     In Iran, he collaborated with some secret publications, and after his stay in Iraq, he founded and ran the Voice of the Clergy Movement Radio. After that, he took over the leadership by the decree of the Supreme Leader, and in this respect, he was considered the most experienced media activist of the Islamic Revolution and the Islamic Republic.

     Mr. Doaei, who was tolerant in his interactions with others, was a link between many political and cultural forces during and after the years of the struggle, and a wide circle of communication was formed around him.

     Perhaps this is why his narratives of various events were not so much prejudiced and rigid, and he was always cautious and tried to keep all the forces. He did not play a decisive role for himself, and wherever he had to express a memory about himself, he tried to make himself look worthless.

      Although he did not agree to publish the full text of his memoirs due to some moral considerations, he was always ready to face the questioners of the media and research centers to share his observations and information about the issues related to the Islamic Revolution and its aftermath.

     In expressing his memories and analyzing events, he tried to pay attention to less seen angles and avoid hasty judgments.

     Some philosophers believe that history is always influenced by the intentions and spirits and the view of the historian and the factors of individual and social psychology. This influence manifests itself in the selection of narratives and the selection of historical events and their order.

     Of course, not all, but most components of human thought are affected by environmental conditions and input data. ‌

    Accordingly, with a brief look at the memoirs published by Mr. Doaei, he can be considered the narrator of collective and moral memoirs and away from useless political tensions while maintaining the general framework of the revolution and the system, which depended on the unity of forces and strengthening the ideals of the revolution.

 

May his memory be a blessing and his soul be happy.



 
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