Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (72)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (72)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Evin, Row No.1 In the middle of February the agents came and made me blindfolded and took me along without saying anything. I guessed I would be shot by death squad. I was saying my Shahadatain (religious phrases that a Muslim should say before death).On the way they removed what was on my eyes. I saw the prisoners moving around. They were talking together and looking at me as new comer. I asked where was there. They said it was Row No.1 of Evin. I was surprised why they had moved me out of solitary confinement to a public row. When the guards left, I saw somebody was coming to me. Rahim Banaee hugged me. He was from a Marxist group that I knew him right there in...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (71)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (71)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Evin Prison The day after Eid-ul-Fitr I was told to ready to go to prison. First I called Mrs. Moslehi and thank her for her helps during those days particularly for the help she did to keep me there in the hospital in Ramadan; she thanked me I prayed for her a lot.Before leaving, Faramarzi –SAVAK torturer- came and told the agents not to close my eye and take via the newly constructed freeways and bridges to see how progressed had become the country. He said that I had been in hospital and was not aware of anything.I could not walk by those disabled legs and had to use a cane. Before leaving I made plan. I thought that I would be executed. I decided to hit on...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (70)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (70)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Ramadan in Hospital It was about five months that I had been bedridden in Shahrbani Hospital. It was getting closer to Ramadan that SAVAK asked the hospital to afford the arrangements for my transference to prison. The hospital advised that I still needed more treatments and I had to stay there more. They said it was enough if I could stay by a crane. I understood what they wanted. I was sad that their decision was going to happen at the brink of Ramadan. I asked God to do me a favor and keep me there another month. I wanted to fast relaxingly. I knew that outside the hospital I would be tortured and even executed.The supervisor of that section in the hospital was...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (69)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (69)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Foul Smell and Resistance About a fortnight or more I was abed in The Police Hospital and still tolerating pain. They had not done any particular treatment for me except some pain relief injections.  The bullets were still in my body. I was burning in pain. My injuries smelled disgustingly foul. One day it was reported to Dr. Javad Hey’at [1] –head of surgery section- that the foul smell had filled that section. He came to check the matter and found it was from the room that I was kept in. When he was entering the room, the agents impeded and told him: “You are not allowed to enter.” However, he came in by force.Dr. Hey’at came beside my bed. He put...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (68)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (68)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi The Police HospitalAfter arriving in hospital they put me on a stretcher. The agents would not lose any chance and persistently would ask: “What’s your name?” When the pressure of their questions would increase I would faint. They would wake me up again and again with their own methods such as pulling my hair or slapping on my face. After few minutes they pushed the stretcher to operating room. I do not remember who did the surgery on me and how. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in room and on a bed numbered 62 with a white sheet on. Then after the hospital personnel would call me “No. 62”. [1]Two SAVAK agents would were there. They would change every 8...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (67)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (67)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Conflict with SAVAK After the complete separation from Mohsen Tarighat in the winter of 1976, I increased my contacts with Meysam and his friends. I had to be more careful about myself in this new condition. So, I always had cyanide capsule and Colt Pistol 7.65mm along with me. I would never put away my Colt even when I was asleep. I would put it under my pillow.1976 reached with all its worries and anxieties. I was worried about betray of Tarighat and Manouchehri’s threat that he would kill me in a street fight and being far from Fatima. The spring of that year was particular one. The sky would get dark every now and then and water in rivers was cold and frozen....

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (66)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (66)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi “The Relief is so close” The late Andarzgou would gather together and connect to each other the Muslim kindred spirits to reinforce the activities. So he introduced the late Majid Tavassoli Hojati (1) to me with the pseudonym of Meysam to cooperate with him in Movahedin Group. Andarzgou said: “Ahmad! All of them are young and separated members of MKO. They were not active there as much as you were; they have been only sympathizers. Make a group with them and try not getting involved in any conflict. Right now, you should only try to save yourselves.”Meysam and I had few sessions together and discussed our ideological ideas and expressed our common...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (65)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (65)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Revelation of Crime After the separation from MKO and making contacts with the late Andarzgou, I needed money. I decided to go the last team-house that I had rented in Gorgan Street to get back my deposit. So, I went to the landlord’s coffee shop. Visiting me, he did greetings warmly and asked: “Where have you been Mr. Akbari?” I said: “I took my family to country.” Without asking me if have had lunch or not, he ordered a Dizzi for me. Then told me: “Help yourself, I’ll be back.” I started to eat and he was busy with his customers. After the lunch I waited but he did not come back. I ignored what I had come for and decided to go. I stood up and went...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (64)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (64)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi During the very first meeting I explained all the betraying events I had passed behind. By his reactions and words I found out that he was more informed than me. I told him: “Right now, I am totally separated from MKO and I am in danger of MKO and SAVAK together. I would possibly be arrested or assassinated. The late Andarzgou (1) said: “Ahmad! Do not worry. Trust God and stay with him. Agha (Imam Khomeini) is aware of all these events.” I said: “Haj Agha! This is foal that is taken up on the roof by us and now when it has become a donkey we do not know how to bring it down. They are colorful snakes grown in our home!”Haj Agha asked: “Don’t you have any...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (63)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (63)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi ThunderContacts with Andarzgou After separation from MKO and moving my furniture to Mo’ezzossoltan Street, one day I was walking aimlessly in the street. I decided to go and visit Haj Sadegh Eslami. After greetings, I reported all my visits and whatever that had happened to me during that last few days. I expressed my sorrow about the separation MKO imposed on my wife and me. He said: “The comrades in in Coalition Councils advised me to take care of you. So, call Haj Mohsen Rafiqdoost (1) tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock and tell him that I have ordered you to go there and get the luggage there. Then he would tell you what to do. Go and be relaxed.”The next day...