Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (76)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (76)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Hope MelodiesDefeated Plot I analyzed the situation as SAVAK aimed to crush my nerves and force me into a mental war. They repeatedly had not succeeded in defeating or crushing me in previous prisons by tortures and interrogations. SAVAK had concluded that my presence in prison was a sign of hope and strong soul for other prisoners. It would also persuade the strugglers out of prison to take revenge. So, they freed me in a very calculated plot to reach two goals. The first goal was to engage me in a mental dilemma and pretend to my friends that I had cooperated with SAVAK. The second goal of SAVAK was to know and indentify the people who might have contacts with me....

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (75)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (75)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Freedom and Boycott DelusionIn my previous imprisonments, despite all the tortures and interrogations and trails, I hoped to be free and continue my struggle. But this time it was different; no tortures, no interrogations, no trails and no hope. I was mixed up mentally and quite depressed. My body was so weak and my legs were hurt. Uncertainty about my fate and also Fatima conditions had occupied my mind and bothering me.They took me to the interrogation room but there was no sign of threat, torture or beating. They just advised me (as they would say it) and sometimes promising my freedom. I did not know the reason behind this behavior and floundering in ambiguity....

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (74)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (74)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi The Unforgettable Day of VisitThe visiting days in prison had a quite different feeling. After visiting families the prisoners would become more determined and patient. So my friends would ask me to let them inform my family to visit me. But I did not like to because I thought that I would be executed.Ayatollah Teleghani’s granddaughter, A’zam Khanom’s daughter who was 15 years old would come to visit her mother and grandpa repeatedly. During one of these visits, Agha introduced me to her in order to take my health news out of prison. Once I remember the late Taleghani said: “Mr. Ahmad let them inform your family to come and visit you. Many things may happen;...

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (73)

Ahmad Ahmad Memoirs (73)Edited by Mohsen KazemiSoureh Mehr Publishing Company(Original Text in Persian, 2000)Translated by Mohammad Karimi Ayatollah Motazeri and Ayatollah Taleghani in Evin PrisonAyatollah Montazeri, Ayatollah Modarressifar and I were in the same cell. Mr. Montazeri's had a special kind of personality and behavior. He had been misbehaved and tolerated a lot of tortures in prison. Since we were in the same room I would witness the miserable behavior they had with him. Mr. Montazeri had a simple earnest personality. There were sometimes people who would make conversations with him to have fun. . He would talk to them a sweet Najafabadi accent. He would take the religious commands easy for others and hard for himself. He had shown a great resistance to tortures. I saw that he would...

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....