In today’s world, emotions can no longer be expressed as in the past, because the hearts and minds of all people have been filled with a fist-full of lies presented by smiling appeasing politicians aiming to crush the will of resistance in all of mankind, and force them to surrender and succumb to their demands. Innocent people’s hopes for a better life have turned into ashes and dust, and in many cases pools of blood. Novels and stories are forgotten forever, and school blackboards are empty of meaningful words. Yet we all know that it is us, and only us, who must conquer this heart of history, again, with our own sacrifice.
A few days ago I was walking in the harsh gravel streets of Camp Liberty in Iraq, and down the road a number of women residing in the camp were also heading to their section. I was drowned in my own thoughts and was silently reciting a poem in my mind. All of a sudden, an image flashed before my eyes. One of the women had fallen to the floor. I didn’t know what to do and just ran towards them and asked, “Can I help?” One of them answered, “Please find a car and hurry!” Continue reading →
It has been more than 30 years since I have been dealing with conditions like the excerpts that I’ve cited below from the Iranian regime’s media outlets. I go to sleep each night and start every morning with these thoughts. Just take a look at a few news reports published in the Iranian regime’s newspapers:
- In the early hours of Thursday, September 18th, seventeen inmates in Kerman, Fars and Bandar Abbas were sent to the gallows. Five of them, including four in Shiraz and one in Marvdasht, were executed in public.
Moreover, 8 inmates were hanged in Kerman’s Shahab Prison in a mass execution.
4 other inmates were executed on Thursday morning in Bandar Abbas Prison.
- The ruling to amputate a man’s fingers in public was carried out this time in the town of Abar Kuh in Yazd Province. (23 August 2014)
This nightmare has yet to come to an end, and with Rouhani coming to power these executions have actually escalated; and United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon has referred to this subject in his annual report. Continue reading →
It was spring 1981 and the time of universities’ summer holidays. I spoke to a friend of mine in Aachen University in order to work together for a few months to earn some money for a trip to Iran to visit our families, relatives and friends. We decided to do it and then bought souvenirs and set for Iran on July. To go by plane was expensive so we decided to go to Iran via land through Turkey, which was a good idea.
On the way we discussed many issues about our country Iran and how things were changed during the period we were away from the country, and about friends and families, also about our future and what each one of us planned for the future.
At the Iran-Turkey borders instead of the usual border police, the Pasdaran (Iranian revolutionary guard corps) checked our identifications before we boarded the bus. Their manner of checking us wasn’t friendly. They looked at everybody suspiciously and with skepticism. Continue reading →
In memory of Asghar Emadi, victim of the September 1 massacre in Camp Ashraf
By Saeed Ahmadian, Camp Liberty
I was seven or eight years old when my mother told me that I had an uncle in Iraq. I was overjoyed to hear this news and begged her to tell me more about him – it was as if I had requested for something forbidden. “Quiet!” she told me nervously. “Don’t speak about this to anyone, especially when you go to school. You tell no one that you have an uncle in Iraq.”
I was both surprised and saddened by her reaction. What’s wrong with having an uncle? I thought. Why is it forbidden to mention his name? What has he done?
As I grew up, I heard new things about Asghar Emadi, my uncle, and I learned that he is a political activist opposing the regime ruling my country, Iran. That was why he had gone to Iraq, to avoid being caught by the Iranian regime, which was notoriously known for its widespread persecution and murder of opposition members. Continue reading →
As the fight to neutralize, rollback and eventually eliminate the threat of the extremist group Islamic State rages on, the international community – in particular the West – should not forget that the policy in dealing with the extremist regime ruling Iran can have a crucial role in either seeing the campaign’s success – or its utter failure.
The Islamic State, a group also known as ISIS or ISIL, has in past months occupied swaths of Iraq and Syria and aims at establishing a Caliphate based on a twisted and violent interpretation of Islam. It strives to expand its borders, and through highly-publicize violent methods tries to intimidate the international community into recognizing its hegemony in the region.
Whether it admits it or not, the Islamic State will look up to the Iranian regime as a role model. The mullahs ruling Iran have achieved everything Islamic State extremists dream of someday achieving: a terrorism-exporting state based on Islamic fundamentalism that also has the potential to produce nuclear bombs and is recognized as a member of the international community. What more could they ask for?
The day I had to leave my old home in Ashraf and relocate to a small camp west of Baghdad, I had exactly the same feelings which I had 33 years back when, thirsty, hungry and beleaguered on a sea cliff in the middle of the Persian Gulf waters, I decided to jump in the water and swim to an unknown direction. I was the captain of a commercial sailing vessel which had been accidentally hit and drowned by an Iraqi fighter jet four days before.
Only two had survived, I one of them. The second person decided to remain on the cliff and did not jump into the waters with me. I swam for two consecutive days to reach the shore, and during that period, two dolphins accompanied me as friends, swimming alongside me as if protecting me. I sincerely owe my life to those beautiful dolphins who were very dangerous enemies of sharks which could tear me apart by their sharp jaws had it not been for the presence of my dolphin mates. I was swimming amidst the waves of death and had no idea of the direction the strong hand of destiny would drag me to. Continue reading →
The evening was still warm and the sun, which had shined through the day, was beginning to lose strength. The white trailers in Camp Liberty, Baghdad, Iraq started to cool down. For those who ignore the political pages in a newspaper, I have to add that this camp is “home” to nearly 2,800 Iranian dissidents. We used to live in Camp Ashraf, northeast of Baghdad, but thanks to the “commitments” of the U.S. administration and the U.N., we voluntarily agreed to be relocated by the Iraqi government. I still remember that very day… A slow breeze from the north brought a somewhat cool weather to the dusty camp. I stood beside the football field and was drowned in my own thoughts, until I figured out an unexpected movement of a thin form between two crutches, walking shaky towards myself. I soon realized that he still isn’t able to maintain his balance, which showed the lack of experience working with the crutches. Continue reading →
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