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The men continued burying the dead. As there were no female corpses, I went to fetch the wheelbarrow beside the building. I managed to put several gravestones in it and wheel them away. The terrain in Jannatabad was uneven, which made handling the wheelbarrow difficult. It would hit a hole and lurch to one side, causing me to cry out. I had to bend over and put so much into wheeling it over the bumpy ground I could not straighten my back when I reached the graves.

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It was late afternoon on the September 26, 1980. I was standing outside the body washers building with the other girls. Leila had also taken a break and come outside. I introduced her to Sabah, Zohreh, Ashraf, and Afsaneh, telling them that we were sisters. As we exchanged pleasantries, I heard father calling me. I can not describe how happy that made me; not having seen him for two days, I missed him terribly.

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Speaking with Maryam made me feel better. Several other girls gathered around us while we were talking. It appeared that they were a group of well-bred young woman, all of whom became friends while working in the mosque. They were on a first-name basis. Maryam introduced me to them. Sabah Vatankhah was a slender girl with a dark complexion, tall with a unibrow and almond-shaped eyes. She wore a cloak with a floral check print and dark brown and white stripes.

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Mansur raised his hands and the little thing struggled to get out of the cloth. Suddenly father said angrily, “Why did you do that to the defenseless creature?” He looked at the puppy for a moment and continued, “Do not let it run around in the yard; it will make a mess.” I felt a little better after he said that. I got the sense that Ali had already spoken to father and had received his permission—dad was just joking.

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I finally fell asleep in the wee hours, only to be awakened by the old man body washer calling us to prayer. It was hard to get up; every bone in my body ached. After prayers, I wished I had been home sleeping; there was no escape here. Zeynab and Maryam were talking. Seeing me crumpled into a ball in the corner trying to snooze, Zeynab said, “My God! You did not sleep a wink all night, did you, girl?”

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I listened to them as they hopped from one subject to another. Zeynab said, “I am not worried—my daughter is with my husband, who took her away from the shelling. If he had not, I would have never been able to work here. Whenever I heard a sound, I would think that it was our house that was bombed.” I knew her daughter. Her name was Maryam, and she was in the habit of pacing on their roof when she had to study for school.

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We took hold of a stretcher and walked to the graves. As we passed the mens building several people came to help us with the stretchers. Jannatabad was almost deserted; no more than a dozen mourners were there. We got to an empty grave and put the stretcher down. We were about to hoist the body to maneuver it into in the grave, when suddenly we heard the terrifying roar of planes breaking the sound barrier.

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We got into Parvizpur van and headed for the city social services office. When we pulled up in front of it, Parvizpur said, “You come also.” I entered the building with him. He told one of the men to fill our order for bolts of shroud fabric. Then he said, “Wait here until I get back.” After ten or fifteen minutes the same man returned carrying the fabric we needed. He put it in a gunnysack and handed it to me.

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The third day was extremely busy. The number of dead increased, especially in the residential areas that took direct hits. Most of the dead were women and children, which meant the female body washers would be under even more pressure to finish their work. By contrast, the number of people volunteering to help decreased. Some of the volunteers stayed for a couple of hours and left saying they would return but never did.

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She was in a bad way, almost sullen. I could tell she was tired and hungry. But, more than that, the sight of all those mangled bodies, I was sure, had an emotional effect on a sixteen-year-old girl. It wasn’t just seeing the wounds and broken bones; she also had to come to grips with the nakedness, which had to violate her sense of modesty. That had been the most stressful thing for me.
The Memory of Azam Al-Sadat Sajjadi Masoumi

Bow tie

When I was studying in Farhanaz Pahlavi middle School at the end of Hajbashi Street, I spent bitter days. At school, I was dressed differently because of my coat and long scarf. That is why I was always alone and had no friends. On the other hand, the teachers did not care about me and treated me badly. They put me at the end of the class and they did not call my name for class questions;
It was brought up in an interview with Seddiqa Mohammadi

Interview with the foster coach of the 80s and 90s

A Review of the Cultural Activities of Girls High Schools in Zarand city from Kerman in the Sixties
Seddiqa Mohammadi was born on 1963/May/10 in Zarand, Kerman. During the last years of the imperial rule, he participated in demonstrations with his family, and after the victory of the Islamic Revolution, he entered education as a teacher.
Book Review:

“History Watcher”

In the middle six months of 1981 (1360 SH), a group of the political office of IRGC headed to the fronts in order to record events which were related to commanding the war; some the narrators died a martyr. Sayyid Mohammad Eshaghi was one of those narrators who in the year 1980, after being active for a time in Rasht Basij, joined IRGC and after that he narrated the war for 4 years, he died a martyr in January 19, 1987.

A Different Mid-Shaban

Before Ramadhan, Imam issued an order in which he had stated: “Hold ceremonies in the Mid-Shaban and explain disasters of the apparatus and the court for people.” To this end, it had been planned Ayatollah Sayyid Hossein Ayatollahi to have a lecture after the prayer in the night of Mid-Sha’ban. It was in a situation when Mr. Ayatollahi was banned to speak from the pulpit; notwithstanding, it was supposed he have a short lecture after the prayer.