The mothers of the martyrs of Kahrizak Sanatorium became heavenly / Nurses’ memories of the mothers of the martyrs of the sanatorium

Life group; Atieh Akbari: Present and day of martyr mothers in Kahrizak sanatorium; How is the largest sanatorium in the Middle East? You heard right! Mothers of martyrs in Kahrizak sanatorium. It was a few years ago that we accidentally found out that the Kahrizak sanatorium is decorated with the presence of several martyred mothers. Mothers who lived among 1,700 orphanage clients. We went to them, one by one we found them in different parts of the sanatorium and we saw how strange they were in this sanatorium.

We wrote and said that it is not permissible for the mothers of the martyrs of this region not to have names and addresses in the nursing homes. No one should go to them or ask about their condition. We wrote for the officials of the Martyr Foundation to read. We said, “Aren’t the signs in the alleys where the house of the martyrs is decorated with the name of the martyr, so that it is both the joy of the mother and the pride of the people of that alley?” So why don’t the mothers of the martyrs of Kahrizak Sanatorium have names and addresses? Why don’t the officials of the Martyr Foundation make an effort and take a picture of the children of these mothers to Kahrizak Sanatorium?

* Suddenly how late it is …

There was no news from the officials of the Martyr Foundation until we decided to take action ourselves. Anyway, we were supposed to find the pictures of the martyr’s children, and in the last days of the year, we would take the photo frame and the board on which the martyr’s name was engraved to the sanatorium and make the hearts of the strange martyr’s mothers happy. But our follow-up was bitter news.

How well Qaisar Aminpour said that suddenly it’s too late …. we arrived late. The mothers of the martyrs of Kahrizak Sanatorium became heavenly in exile and without anyone. Except for one mother; “Asadi Crystal”.

* The homelessness of the mothers of the martyrs of Kahrizak Sanatorium

When the corona was found, the sanatorium was quarantined to protect the health of the elderly and the disabled, and during these two years, the mothers of the martyrs “Hassan Nourizadeh”, “Ramadan Farazandehfar” and “Ismail Parvini” became heavenly.

We arrived late. So much so that we could not freeze the “Samadi plane”; Let’s open the mother of martyr Ismail Parvini by showing a framed picture of her son. We could not give a picture frame of the beautiful face of the martyr “Hassan Nourizadeh” to his mother, maybe the forgotten memories of the mother will be revived by watching her son’s sea eyes. Finally, all the happiness of the martyr’s mothers is a photo left of their rabbit, which starts every morning by watching the same framed images, but is safe from the homelessness of the martyr’s mothers in Kahrizak Sanatorium.

* Martyr’s mother was our blessing

We went to the nurses to ask about the condition of the mothers of the martyrs during their lifetime in the nursing home. We start with “Fatemeh Haghighatkhah”, the mother of martyr Ramadan Farazandehfar. “Akram Haghighi”; The nurse of the martyr’s mother says: “I did not know until the time you came to prepare the report that the mother I am the nurse of, and I was drying and drying her every day. This mother could not walk. She was bedridden and wearing diapers. From that day on, I felt better when I served him. I felt that his son saw me and prayed for me and I was happy with the blessing of the presence of the martyr’s mother in our ward.

The mother, like most older people in Kahrizak, had Alzheimer’s. He had forgotten everything. There was only one memory left. When he heard the name of Ramadan, he hated it as if his heart had been torn and he repeated a sentence several times and said that Shalamcheh was martyred … Shalamcheh was martyred .. that’s it! He had no other memory.

Some time before his death, which was on the way, one day I saw that he was very upset and his eyes were wet with tears. He was also very oppressed. He cried silently. I hugged her and said good mother? What are you Does it hurt? He said take me to my son’s grave. I said where is his grave mother? Is heaven poisonous? did not know. I did not know either. I remembered the mothers of martyrs who, years after the martyrdom of their child, wear scarves and hats every Thursday and spread their love and motherhood over their rabbit tombs. I put my mother in a wheelchair and took her to the yard to change her mood a bit. A few months have passed since the death of this mother. “When he left, it was as if a piece of light had faded from this part.”

*nurses; Oral history of faded memories of martyr mothers

“Fatemeh Yazdandoost” was the oldest mother in Kahrizak sanatorium and she was 105 years old when we visited her. But at 105, his eyes had a certain electricity. It was full of light and sense of life. Alzheimer’s disease had erased all memories of himself, his youth, and his martyred son from the pages of his mind. So much so that when I asked him, Madarjan, tell us about your son Hassan, who was martyred! For a few seconds he stared into my eyes in surprise and said in a thick Azeri accent: “Who are you? “Tanimiram!” “who is it? “I do not know.”

We were disappointed to hear about the death of this strange mother. Because the only picture of a martyr that we found after following the help of the orphanage officials was the picture of the son of the same mother; Martyr “Hassan Nourizadeh”

We went to his nurse. “Tahereh Gholipour” is the oral history of all the memories of Martyr Nourizadeh’s mother. For many years, when the mother, who could not walk, dried her ears and sharpened her ears to hear the memories of her martyred son. Gholipour talks about the days when there were still traces of Hassan’s memories in his mother’s mind; “The mother had Alzheimer’s, but one day it was as if God was performing a miracle and the memories of her children came to life for her, and she spoke more of Hassan than anyone else. One day he would tell Hassan from his childhood, one day he would hear the news of his martyrdom and cry. “At times, he talked about his dreams incomprehensibly and mentioned Hassan’s name.”

“Tahereh Gholipour” and all the nurses who were both daughters and nurses for the mothers of the martyrs of the sanatorium, and most importantly, witnessed the death of brain cells one by one and the fading of the memory of their martyred sons, deserve a god of masculine strength.

* Eyes that speak

“Samadi plane”; The mother of the martyr “Ismail Parvini” was in an unknown world. This is called the nurses of the violet ward 5. A tiny old woman whose eyes were full of contradictions when we went to see her. It was full of silence. “The fasting mother was silent,” said the ward assistant. He understands all his words by looking at us. Some days you laughed in his eyes. Some days he shows us with his eyes how much he is upset. His place in this bed is very empty in this section. “I miss his looks.”

* The only relic of the Holy Defense

Now there is only one mother left from the relics of the era of holy defense and from the mothers of martyrs who lived for years in anonymity and exile in Kahrizak sanatorium and became in heavenly anonymity; “Asadi Crystal”; Martyr’s mother “Parviz Mashhadi Abdullah”

He has not been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s yet. When we went to see him and told him to tell us about Parviz. He went to the drawer next to the bed and took out the bag that was his only possession in this world and opened it. He showed us the declaration of his son Parviz and said that all my property in the world was the same boy; Parviz. His zeal was exemplary. His friend’s mother was famous for her family. He did not leave the house every morning until he kissed my forehead.

Mother used to say here; The corner of this sanatorium is all my happiness, reviewing Parviz’s memories, and my only prayers are that he does not forget these memories from me.

I wish we were grateful for the relics of the holy defense and we would end the exile of this martyred mother in a nursing home until it is not too late.

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