The 339th Night of Memory -3

Mail Carrier

Compiled by: Sepideh Kholusian
Translated by: Fazel Shirzad

2023-6-13

Note: The 339th Night of Memory titled "Mail Carrier" was held on Thursday, September 29, 2022, with the presence of the Postbank family of the country in Soreh Hall of the Arts Center presented by Dawood Salehi.

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The first narrator of the program, Ms. Maryam Katebi, continued her speech and said: the operation Beit-ol-Moqaddas was also successful, and after that, Ahmad went to Lebanon and the story of the captivity happened. Now everyone had returned to the area. Ramadan operation failed. Everyone in the city of Marivan was upset and a large number had come to the west from the southern front. They were constantly on the move and there was chaos in the area. Everyone was sad because Ahmed is no more.

The Dawn operation was a preliminary to which I saw Mr. Dastwara and Mamqani who were in the army hospital. I became very happy. We got the news that Hamidreza Cheraghi and Reza Dastwara are both married and fortunately their wives also help in the health care of the region. When I saw Reza Dastwara, he said: Mrs. Katbei, we got married earlier. Reza Cheraghi and his wife are coming for holidays of New Year. We were ready for Reza Chiraghi to come to the region with his wife after New Year. Villa houses for oil company engineers were considered between 25 and 30 meters. It also had two small rooms, one of which was given to Reza Cheraghi and the other to Reza Dastwara. We had decorated the room with flowers so that whenever they came, they would be happy and Reza Dastwara had given this news to Cheraghi.

The operation was done. It was New Year and we saw that Cheraghi's wife did not come. On May 8, 1983, Dawn 1 operation began. One or two days had passed since the operation and one by one he was wounded. I was in recovery. Previously, Ketalar Ketamine drug was used for anesthesia in the recovery section. This medicine makes you recount the new thoughts that are in your mind and what you decide and what you want to do and speak the events. It was for this reason that Ahmad was never anesthetized during operations. We didn't even have a doctor. The doctors at that time were Indian, and our anesthetist was also a Komalah [force], whom we had brought out of prison to do the work. However, we still did the recovery after anesthesia ourselves.

It was the first and second days and the number of wounded was small. Once in recovery, I saw a man saying: Mrs. Katebi, be quick; a comrade has come who is a commander and works with you. I ran and went out. Suddenly, I saw Cheraghi standing and talking with two men of his own age. His face was red and confused. I said: Are you okay? I saw that his clothes were bloody. He said: I have cracked and I am in a lot of pain. Mamqani said on the line that you are here. I took him to radiology and found that he had a large splinter the size of his palm on his sciatic nerve. He was in so much pain that he could not sleep or sit at all. He kept biting the sleeve of his blouse. When his photo appeared, I ran.

There were many possibilities in the south front. But my heart ached for the comrades of the West who had no facilities. I took the pictures and showed them to our surgeon. I said: O brother, the commander of our army, Reza Chiraghi, has this splinter. Ta Sid said: How did you take this photo? I said: He is asleep. He said: Run. This is close to severing the nerve and amputating the leg. Then he called the anesthetized comrades and said: Don't put him to sleep. It hurts a lot and it is possible to go into shock. make him unconscious first. I called the comrades in the operating room and told Cheraghi: You must be operated. He was surprised. I said: The doctor said that it is possible to cut the nerve in your foot. I know you are in pain. But he said: What are you saying, Mrs. Katebi? The comrades are stuck in the rambles. Should I be operated on? I said: Your leg will be cut off. He said: heck! I don't know why you said that I was injured? I said: Don't worry, doctors are religious comrades and they are reliable. He said: No. They brought a jeep. The narrators who were with him lifted him up and he stood inside the jeep. I also gave a dressing pack to Asgari and said: Stop his bleeding.

Reza came to the hospital on the 20th. It happened that during this operation I kept asking the soldiers: Have you not seen your commander? They said: No. On Friday, April 25, Mr. Asgari came with blood-stained clothes and said, "Mrs. Katebi". What about Reza? burst into tears I said: What happened? Has he been martyred? He said: No. Reza was not martyred. You just go, Zahra, call Ms. Reza and Ms. Mamqani. I said: Tell the truth. Why are you crying? Has Reza been martyred? He said: No. I myself saw Reza at half past three or four. I am relieved. He said again: Go call them and bring them to give us clean clothes. I called their lady and left. A few nights later, the comrades came and told me: Reza has been martyred. I was very upset with Mojtaba. They wrote a letter and I have had it for 41 years since 1983. After we found out that Reza was martyred, one of the women named Mrs. Bakhshi, who we were with in Marivan and was going to university in Tehran at that time, wrote me this letter, which reached me on May 21st:

"They informed us that Reza was martyred. I remembered the day when Mamqani hugged Reza in the hospital and realized that he was not martyred. How happy we were. I was in class when I saw Pari say: Let's go to Behesht Zahra [cemetery], Reza has been martyred. Maryam; you don't know how I felt. Maybe no one knows and only God knows how I remembered that day. We went to Behesht Zahra together. How busy it was, what was going on in the streets? They had brought a series of martyrs, and every martyr who came before us, we asked: Sir; What is the name of this martyr? All kinds of martyrs, many Reza, many Hussein, many Ali... O father, what happened? Did Tehran give so many martyrs? They are still coming from the jaw operation. Anyway, we were waiting for a body covered with the Iranian flag and some flowers and some people to bring him. We did not find anyone. We were calling, what is the name of the martyr? But no one said Reza. They said Reza's name but other Rezas. After all, no one knew Reza in Tehran and we thought that there would be no more news about him. Pari and I were in Behesht Zahra until 3 o'clock, but Reza did not come. Paryush often told Zahra badly and misguidedly why she did not give the correct address. We went to the grave of my cousin Dariush, who was martyred in the revolution and is buried near the Chamran٬s tomb. After reciting the Fatiha, we saw that they are digging there. We asked: What is going on? They said: One of the IRGC commanders was martyred. They are doing it for him. We suddenly asked: Isn't his name Cheraghi? They said: Yes. At half past three, the body arrives. We are very happy to have found it first and last. We ran and prayed in the mosque. When we were coming back, we heard marching music. It was very magnificent. About 10 IRGC patrol cars with their lights on and four people sitting in each were moving with little noise... They brought Reza and buried him in plot 24 of Behesht Zahra cemetery near the Chamran tomb..."

To be continued