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Hossein Alam-Al Hoda
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Chronicle list of martyr Hossein Alam-Al Hoda one of the epic martyrs of Hoveizeh
Message of our great leader for the martyrs of Hoveizeh Anthology of the words of Ayatollah Hashemi Rafsanjani about They became Hoveizeh epics (the memoirs of Nasrollah) Biography of martyr Sayed Hossein The mother of martyr Hossein Alam Al Hoda when visited Imam Khomeini (Rah) Names of some of the epic martyrs of Hoveizeh
1-Poem We learn the love lessons in the School of the war We learn the way of shock action in the war As the wrath of our Lord that burns the enemies We triumph as we kill or die I wish I would be accompanying the blithe To serve the wakeful at their altars I wish I reflex the song of the rain On the petals of the crystal flowers My heart is the reflecting the best terms The pain the tears and the grief are its range O Coadjutors! The pain of heart is ever lasting No tears can heal it Who whispers the words of love? Where is the commotion of the devotedness shore? Then where are the martyred friends The lovers of the way of the Holy Quran Those wearing sash going towards Karbala The leaders of love but genuine Where are the mobilized forces of the plain in Khaki? The fragmented tulips of the Vafajer 8 Operation I wish I had accompanied them And changed into rain from a clean cloud
Oh! The burnt doves Oh! The fragmented red tulip The fire of the tears of all palms The burnt green spruce figure Oh! Martyr you was from the lovers’ land From the anemones’ land whose redoubts burnt The beheaded men of the event plain
Their sashes had burnt before them The ethos in my house of sense My memoirs had burnt without my brother
We should consider the entire world as Karbala And to whisper the name of God all the time To clear the communion of the atrocious men And to let Hosseins lead us
I asked him about his heart and he replied full of hope I asked about his word and he replied: it is the motto of monotheism I asked him the correct way to go and he replied: The way through which the martyrs pass
Those who told us the secretes of the dawn Glared at night like as the meteor Awakened the other companions They albeit themselves rested in the bed of blood
Oh! You are far from the black night It is dawn and it is a gift for you The galaxy of your sunny wounds Is the leading way towards you?
Combatants of Islam comprehensively attacked the enemy after rebuffing the overrun and resisting against them on 6th January 1982, and notwithstanding the shining triumphs in the first step, they couldn’t keep all the occupied areas. The Saga of Hoveizeh, the epic of those who in this Operation after the victory; unbendingly, resisted in order to keep the conquered areas against the enemies while having little paraphernalia of war. They could register their Hosseini triumph there through being volunteered for martyrdom in the Karbala of Hoveizeh for ever. We respect remembering their name and we’ll be following their way.
3- Message of the Supreme leader for the martyrs of Hoveizeh In the name of God the compassionate the merciful I have studied some parts of this notes which are about the lyrical and exciting- background of some revolutionary youth in the war fields against the aggressive enemy. The purport of this epic memoir is an everlasting message for all nations and generations. It is the message of resistance of those noble men who have linked their determination and willpower to God power, and consciously stepped into the field of devotedness and painted the scene of the war with his blood. Two days before this bloody Ashura, I myself visited those noblemen on the southern and eastern deserts of Hoveizeh who were moving towards the heart of the fight and the contact line. With the elementary equipments and suffering some preparatory squeezes and even compassions and testimonials, didn’t cause lassitude in them and their religious white-hot heart and their hot and boiling blood smoothed their way. The magic of revolution and the furnaces of the war field made noble men out of the deist youths, who had mixed the mystic trust and dignity with tranquility of childhood ness. The entire war is full of dreamy adventures of these night walkers and the day Hoveizeh lions group is so prominent. Undoubtedly, if the meaningful moments and the adventures of each of these martyrdoms were registered and as I am reading here I noticed them and they would be the luxuriant religious heritage of the history. But unfortunately it is not accentuated as it should. So that we should try to keep what is left in our hands, which are so rare and to respect those who had gathered these all. I ask God to help all of these youth to achieve success and the Islam and the Muslims to triumph and the diffusion of the high values of Quran.
4-The anthology of the words of Ayatollah Hashemi Rafsanjani I ask all of those people who during the war in the redoubts or in the way to or back of the front every where if they have beheld any heavenly psychic helps and outreaches to write them down for others to read. It’ll be so regrettable if these miracles and the leading twinkles and these valuable works of monotheism and godliness and this priceless treasure of the obligation and godliness not to be registered in the history and the generations of this and the next period not to be aware of them. Of course we know that the remaining papers of this sort from the threshold of Islam were so effective in the orientation and leading our people. Why should we allow these memoirs to be buried in our breasts? I hope in the future we will be able to read the articles, memoirs, and pamphlets of this war. Teach those who haven’t gone to the war fields not to forget the eminent points of the fronts but to collect and gather the war memoirs and deliver them to the history world to introduce a war and defense culture to the world.
5-They became Hoveizeh epics (the memoirs of Nasrollah) The Army tanks were patrolling the Hoveizeh-Sosangered road for five days. It smelled an impending attack, which we were awaiting for. After saying the morning prayers the comrades got ready to leave for the front. At night nothing special happened, the comrades withdrew about 4 KMS from the front to a rural school to say their group prayers leading by Hossein Alam Al Hoda. Then they discussed about the position of the watches and guards and the picket and because of being so tired they noshed and slept. 30 KMS warpath had exhausted progressive group. They were so tired that the noise of the bulldozers and tanks of the enemy which were strengthening their earthworks couldn’t wake them up. Specially, when Hossein Alam Al Hoda had mentioned that we should go on until Hamid Station and it needed a new drive. They were at the bulwark which they had driven last night; the car pulled over on the left and stopped behind a high bulwark and the combatants jumped down.
Hossein said: Well, comrades this is our settlement base, we will start the attack from here, be careful not to go ground the bulwark. before attack try to be in the redoubt most of the time, they are firing here mostly. Suddenly he said: Lie down, lie down. As he was talking a big blast behind us forced us to lie down. Looking at he dust risen one could guess easily that it had hit some 2 or 3 meters behind us. Anyhow we could feel the roaring splinters and fragments passing by our ears.
Hossein rose and said: We should settle across the road. From now on you should contact just by the wireless set and you should move in accordance with the tanks behind you. Before we set to attack you all should remain in your redoubts, if no more question then I go to settle other forces. All the combatants froze to see two Iraqi planes flying over them. No one expected them. This was the first time the enemy used the planes. They passed by the comrades in so low height and flew into our scope and some minutes later they disappeared; it was obvious that they were reconnoitering and surely, they will be back. The terrible gunfire of the enemy repulsed the combatants. we reached the bulwarks, all sheltered into the redoubts to get rid of the shellfire of the enemy. But the bulwarks now were so silent there were no tanks no personnel carriers and you could see none of the equipments which excited behind the bulwark some hours ago. It was dubious; they had evacuated the rear without informing us. Now except to the tank and canon fire; we could here the gunfire too, so near. I said: If we go to south east we hope to have less casualties it seems the Hossein Alam Al Hoda group is resisting, while the Iraqis are mainly firing there and directly behind us I mean from North West they are approaching us also I know they are near us but we should shrink from them as much as we can, we should do our best. While we heard the noise of the tanks across from the road they didn’t stop shellfire a moment if they crossed the road then we had no outlet. Although, we didn’t hope to be back safe but we were all set to fetch an RPG to Alam Al Hoda. When we reached the road we could see the tanks, except some of them which were burning all others were advancing towards us roaring. We thought the combatants are behind the bulwark we crossed the road and sheltered behind the first bulwark. at the moment I saw Hossein I reposed; he had an RPG in his hand and was lying down behind the bulwark. I could see ten others to be alive and the rest had been killed from the group. Even there had left no clear corpses to be distinguished it was obvious that the direct firing of the tanks had shattered them. The intact tanks passed the burnt ones and were approaching the bulwark of Alam Al Hoda and except Alam Al Hoda two others who had RPGS aimed two other tanks and deactivated them. But four other tanks were just 10 meters far from Hossein at this time he rose and fired the last one. Three others simultaneously fired towards the bulwark of Hossein and disintegrated it completely. We ran towards him, the blood on the ground showed that he had dragged himself.
6-Biography of martyr Sayed Hossein Martyr Sayed Hossein Alam Al Hoda the son of Ayatollah Haj Sayed Morteza Alam Al hoda (PBUH) was born in 1959. He was a pious offspring of the Holy Prophet who was growing up in the School of science and piety. When Hossein had just started to grow up in the center of the science and the knowledge; those who were seeking direction gathered around him. He was born five years before the uprising of June 5, 1964. He started to study the heavenly words at the school of the Holy Quran, and when he attended the primary school he chanted the Holy Quran and was the best harmonic reader of the Holy Quran all over his county. His melodious voice turned the pages of the time and the centuries and linked it to the era of the Holy prophet. His sincerity along with his enthusiasm gathered all into the mosques through founding libraries in the mosques and holding meetings there and also holding confraternities and guiding sessions at schools. Although no pen or tongue can illustrate so much fervor, but as I think to be my obligation I want to register some parts of it in the history to be a supply for the offspring of the revolution.
The coadjutor of the comrades, My Hossein Alam Al Hoda the light of both of my eyes The era prostrated of his mourning I’m afraid lest I can’t see his bloody corpse Tell Khomeini the leader of my creed That my Hossein had come to bid adieu With the coadjutor of the downtrodden Where is the companion of comrades, my Hossein, my Hossein? Alam Al Hoda the apple of my eyes, my eyes His Haj breechcloth has left in my hands His nuptial clothes has left in my hands My young son is sitting the bloody wedding room Wistfully thinking about hid marriage I will henna my hands with his blood
8-Attendance of the mother of martyr Hossein Alam Al Hoda before Imam Khomeini (Rah) At first the mother of Hossein impatiently wanted just to find and take the bloody corpse of his son but then remembering the words of one of the great women of Islam as she had said: “I won’t get back what I have awarded to God”. She said these words when the infidel enemy threw the cut head of his son towards her mother. At this time she had remembered these. Since Imam had told that our youth are like as those in the threshold of Islam and me as the mothers of the threshold of Islam I present my son to my God. The mother of Hosseini says: I want God to accept this martyred sacrifice and I hope each pure drop of his blood to strengthen the revolution and increase the life of Imam and if Imam orders all my children and I will go to the front to hit the enemy even if it is throwing a little stone and will defend the Islam. She added: Holy Imam! All of the mothers of the martyrs and I have decided to go to the front if you let us and threw some stones towards the enemies which didn’t give us back the corpses of our sons and to be martyred like as our sons. Imam replied them: as you have such children that is having the highest place before your God and you should be patient and pray for the victory of Islam. The mother of Hossein: the Holy Imam, Hossein were to leave for Mecca by Sepah. And Imam replied: don’t worry; they have gone some where better.
The love and heat melted my heart The boiling wine of love destroyed my heart Like as a naked sward vigorously The logic blood convinced my heart The mirror and the water means your remembrance You are made of a mixture of pain and torrid heart This land which is full of the songs of the tulips Is a diary of the memoirs of your shouts? We are green because we are the offspring of the spring We are clean because we are from the land of the coadjutors We are so far away from abjection We are legatees of the blood of devoted persons We can’t apart from the group of crusaders We can’t renege on the contract with the soul of God This is the message of the blood of coadjutors of the martyr: It is time to fight brothers we can’t repose They are night enemy killers and guards of the dawn They are the lions of the woodland of the dawn They are singing the red song of the dawn They are shouting loudly like as the high waterfall of the dawn I have been beheaded then they call me triumphant When they are telling my secret to some others They remember me at war as a special verse They read my name like the Sura of Hamed in prayers
I will companion the wind of the dawn I will be the passing soil of the intellectuals I will be burnt in the fire of love I am steel and will be more tempered Until the soil is not colored of the pure blood Until this naked plain is not covered with tulips Until the tulips don’t shout: the right is just one The red preface of the love won’t be compiled.
10-The names of some of the epic martyrs of Hoveizeh 1- Morteza Kavand 2- Amin Soltani 3- Hossein Alam Al Hoda 4- Behrooz Noroozi 5- Mohammad Shamkhani 6- Khalil Bayeri 7- Behrooz Poor Hashemi 8- Mohammad Reza Mollaee Zamani 9- Ali Ashraf Zaheri 10- Saeed Jalali Poor 11- Jamal Dehshoor 12- Alireza Rekabsaz 13- Isma’eel Haj Koohdanee 14- Mohammad Bahaoddin 15- Salman Titaei 16- Martyr Ghoddosi 17- Unknown Martyr 18- Abbas Afsharee 19- Reza Mostajabi Kermanshahi 20- Ghadeer Ghodrati 21- Mahmood Ghasemi 22- Mahdi Parvaneh 23- Sayed Mohammad Ali Hakim 24- Sayed Mahdi Jafari 25- Ali Akbar Seifi Abri 26- Mohsen Ghadirian 27- Akbar Haji Mahdi 28- Sadegh Froshani 29- Farrokh SalahShoor 30- Mohammad Sadegh Froshani 31- Ghaffar Drooee 32- Majid Yousifian 33- Mohammad Deljoo 34- Hossein Zaree 35- Mohammad Ibrahim Samandoddoleh 36- Amir Rafi’ee 37- Abdol Mohammad Chahar Mahali 38- Hossein Khamisi 39- Mohammad Hassan Reza Zadeh 40- Hossein Fallah Negad 41- Mohammad Ali Askari 42- Mohammad Reza Shamsi Zadeh 43- Mohammad Reza Sheikholeslam 44- Hassan Amini 45- Ramazan Ali Aghaee 46- Abbas Ali Habibi 47- Mustafa Mokhtari 48- Mohammad faazel 49- Majid Karimi Saani 50- Majid Mahdavi 51- Hassan Fattahi 52- Hossein Khoshnevisan 53- Mahmoud Foroozesh 54- Shial Booghanimeh 55- Ali Asghar Farahmandfar 56- Mohammad Hossein Rahimi 57- Hamid Shaheed 58- Mohammad Ismael Etezadi 59- Mohammad Javad Zahedian 60- Amir Ehtesham zadeh 61- Asghar Pahlevan Nezhad 62- Ali Hatami 63- Mahmoud Khalaj Zadeh 64- Amir Hossein Jafari 65- Mohammad Jafar Roozbehani
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