The Moment of Sacrifice in the Words of a Chemically Injured Cleric

I still could remember the face of the kid; she had fallen down under the dead body of her mother…Now she is studying in the first year of university, each time that I see the girl is completely healthy; I enjoy myself and I feel the sweetness and greatness of my chemical injury.

Being the representative of Supreme Leader in the Educational Centers of West Iran and the Manager of Religious Affairs are the previous posts of this respectful cleric. Today he is a university professor and he teaches in University. He is a 70 % chemically injured patient of the Sacred Defense Era. He was only 12 years old in 1982 and 1983 and he went to the battlefields of Iran-Iraq war with the ID card of his elder brother. He was injured for three times. During the military operation Valfajr 10 he rescued the life of a little girl, but he himself was exposed to mustard gas.

Before telling us about his memories and how he got chemically injured, the Reverend, Mosayeb Biyanvandi, talked about the reason that was injured ant today he has to use oxygen spray.

He introduces himself as a Basiji clerigy and he says: "I’m absolutely and completely a Basiji cleric and will stay a war veteran as long as I’m alive.”

The chemical bombardments had not left anyone alive!!!

The military operation Valfajr 10 took place in 1987. I was exposed to chemical weapons because I wanted to save the life a little kid that was in cradle in Halbja. Anab town had been contaminated with mustard and nerve agents. Even they told us that a night before that event, they had bombarded the town with cyanide gases. I can remember that since the town had been critically and severely exposed to chemical weapons, several death bodies had fallen down on the ground.

Still I can remember the face of that little kid; she had fallen down under the death body of her mother, but she had not inhaled mustard gas ye; At first I thought she is a doll, because she had fallen down under the death body of her mom. Since I knew the Kurdish areas so well, I told myself that the Kuridsh girls pick some woods and they wrap a piece of clothing around it to be the same as a doll and to play with it; I thought the little kid might be a doll too, but when I picked it, I observed that it was a little kid. She was 2 or 3 months old at the time. She started breathing and crying. At that time I felt sympathy with the little kid and removed my own protective mask and put it on the face of the little kid. The mask was so big for the small face of this little kid; I attempted so much to cover the holes with my muffler and I took the little kid to the mountainous areas; The kid was still alive and she was breathing, but she was hungry intensively. I looked after the kid the same as a mother and I provided some milk for her and I attempted to feed her with the milk.

At that time I was single and I could not adopt her as my own child; that is why I took him to one of my friends to raise her; At the moment she is in the first year of university; Now she in the first year of university, each time that I see the girl is completely healthy; I enjoy myself and I sweet the sweetness and greatness of my chemical injury.

Before being exposed to chemical weapons I was injured by conventional weapons during the military operation Nasr 7 which took place in Bolfath Mountains due to a cannon missile explosion and 40 % of in injury took place there.

I was the commander of a military group when I was there and when we were moving towards enemy, we did not notice that they had ambushed in our way, suddenly cannons opened fires me and two of my comrades, my two comrades were martyred simultaneously and I was severely injured.

The End