martyr Mohammad Hossein Fahmideh

Index of reminiscence of martyr Mohammad Hossein Fahmideh

Imam (PBOH)

Talking with fathers of martyrs

Talking with the mother of martyr Hossein Fahmideh

A poem about Mohammad fahmideh

Must do something

A part of fifth triumph of the narration plan

Remembrance of martyr Fahmideh

Introduction

Recognition and restoring the values of the Martyr\'s of the Islamic revolution especially the one in sacred defense is the big responsibility for revolution generation, particularly for cultural institutions and the fellow combatants of our dear Martyrs.

The role of a young Basiji  student in forts of Sacred defense with their width participation and eternal creation in the battle field of justice against false were very radiance till where the  Imam (peace be upon him)  the teacher and the preceptor of the martyrs stated that  13 years old martyr Mohammad Hossein Fahmideh was one of the heroes that moved the battle field and was called as a leader ,  in fact it showed the revolution generation and the future generation held high values for martyrdom ,the fondness with culture  and basiji  thoughts will guide them to real happiness.

Yes, our victorious battle against cultural offence of global tyrant involves strengthening of valuable thoughts and establishment of Basij inspired thoughts, faith, determination and courage of our beloved martyrs.  Surely introducing youngsters with the memories of the martyrs in their own age can save this legacy and pay their debts to the pure blood of the martyrs.

The foundation of martyrs of Islamic revolution has published a remembrance in the memory of this high-ranking martyr and other martyr student; hope that we can follow the footsteps of the dear ones.

Talking with the father of a Martyr

Mohammad Hossein was studying at Khiabani school when Imam (peace be upon him) comeback to Iran.  In that time, Hossein was in the hospital because of a wounded spleen.

After he came out of hospital, he insisted to visit High Excellency so we sent him with his older brother (martyr Davood) to visit.

When the imposed war started and Imam (peace be upon him) stated that, we should "mobilize."  We barely saw Hossein at home, so I thought he was going to the movies or hanging out some other place.  Later I found out that he was doing something related to religion and mobilization.

The day he was sent to Kurdistan province by Basij, we did not have any notification.  People from revolutionary guard send him back from Kurdistan province to Karaj.They called up his mom to take him so that he does not go back to the war zone again.

Because he was too small and short.  In front of his mom, he told his Brother who was in the Revolutionary guards that: "Don\'t worry", if the Imam states that wherever we are we have to fight for our country, I am ready to do so to protect my country.

It was the early days of war.  War had started in Khoramshar.  The news was all about the enemy in our country and the martyrdoms of our Basijis. He went and signed up for going to war, and then he came by my store to say goodbye and left.

 (Of course, I must say; at that time, we were fixing our house, which did not have any water, electricity, ect....  Hossein was a big help for us he helped us run our lives.)

At night, I came home and asked for Hossein, I was told that he came home, took his brother camera and left.  I thought he would show up later but he did not.

After a while, one of our neighbor\'s kids came by and said to his mom:" I went to war don\'t worry" .I don\'t know when exactly but this separation would end in 33 to 44 days, when the radio cut it\'s regular programming to announce this breaking news that a 13 years old threw him self in front of an enemy\'s tank and destroyed it and he become a martyr.

We were having dinner, when the T.V repeated the same news, his mom said, "I swear to God that is Hossein."  She had felt something; we could see it in her.  After a couple of days a Basiji brother came to our door and told us about Hossein\'s martyrdom, he also said I\'ll be bringing some of his remains, I asked him what he meant by some ?  He whose name was Mr. Shams (brother of Mohammad Reza Shams) that were in same stronghold with Hossein said that:

 Hossein came from Basij zone to front. He went to our commander and asked him:"  Give me permission to work next to you" ,  but our commander didn\'t accepts Hossein said in return: let me stay for a weak if I wasn\'t good enough I\'ll leave and if I am good I will stay.  Therefore, Hossein stayed with us. 

We were very pleased with him what ever came up Hossein was the first one to volunteer .When he was wounded with my brother they were sent to Mahshare hospital.  After he was out of the hospital, he came to commander to get send to the front again but the commander did not accept.  Hossein\'s eyes were full of tears and the vains on his neck were swollen, he told the commander with sadness: I will prove to you that I will go to the front.  After a couple of days, we saw an Iraqi coming towards us.  People wanted to fire at him but I said since his coming to us on his own feet let him come closer.  When he came closer, it was Hossein we asked him where he had been and, where he found the Iraqi uniform and what was that weapon he was holding in his hand he said: The commander gave him the permission to go to front to fight.  Hossein and Mohammad Reza were in the same stronghold.  In the fighting, Hossein took Mohammad Reza back because he was shot.  He asked Hossein where?  Hossein answered him;

I will get revenge for my companion.

When he goes back to his spot, he sees five Iraqi tanks that were coming towards the Iranian troops.

He puts all the shells around himself and runs towards the tank.  He was shot in leg, but with all his strength he pulls him self in front of one of the tanks and with the shells that he had with him he blows up the enemy tank.  Iranian soldier think that help has arrived, and the enemy were shocked by it, so Basiji\'s blow up the rest of the tanks that were left behind.

After a couple of days that we went looking for Hossein, there was some part of his pure soil left ,that we will bring for you.

Talking with the mother of Martyr Mohammad Hossein Fahmideh 

Mother, How did you find out about your son\'s martyrdom and what was you reaction?

One night the weather was very cold, I was thinking where my son is.  What he is doing and how he is keeping himself warm in this cold weather?

 8 O\' clock in morning I heard the news.  Then I went quickly to my daughter\'s house that was close by, and told her the news.  I also said to her what if this 13 years old that threw himself in front of a tank was Hossein.  My son in law said that person is from Khoramshar but Hossein has never been there.  At night, the TV showed the same news I told his dad and his older brother (Davood) that I swear to God that is Hossein

His dad said in return; what a blessing it would be if such a thing happened. 

This boy is from Khoramshare, it is not Hossein.  That night passed after one-week two men from the revolutionary guard came and told us the news of Hossein\'s martyrdom, just as I thought.

Hossein was always debating about religion and Islam with everyone.  If told him to go and buy kerosene, he would say: 

Our soldiers are fighting in this cold weather and then you telling me to go and buy kerosene.  He even debated about all this at school too.  Davood was working with his dad at the store and believed that his mom and sister must not go out to be seen by strangers.  He said what ever his High Excellency states do that.  He never stopped his prayers and fasting and was very quiet.  After he got his exemption from the army, he went to war and after two months and 10 days, he was martyred.

Sometimes I called Hossein out loud there is not any answer from him and after a while he answers yes, I say Hossein where are you, over my grave he answer I asked him, is your grave in the kitchen or in the room?  No my grave is in Zahra Paradise part 24 row 11

Whenever he went to Zahra paradise, he would talk about it when he came home, I told him to take me with him once I really wanted to go, but he told me that you would go to Zahra paradise when you are depressed.

The night that Davood wanted to go to war I was crying a lot ,  Davood came to me and said : Don\'t cry tomorrow, in front of my friends you are the mother of a 13 years old martyr you should act in a way to make me proud of you.  That was the last time we talked to each other and was the last memory I had with him.

Picking the day of martyrdom of a 13 years old Basiji Mohammad Hossein Fahmideh for mobilization of student in all the schools was a proper selection that caused the memory and ideal of that martyr to be a role model for the future generations of revolutionists...

In the memory of martyr Fahmideh

Young ones of the homeland make the future

Like a spring flower pleasing the heart

Like Fahmideh did to save the religion

Each one ride to the martyrdom circle

Fahmideh that wolf guard of revolution

Companion and the seeker of our country

To describe their faith the Imam of lovers said

This young hero is our leader

Fahmideh is a student of certainty

Youth be follower of Fahmideh

Hundreds of applause to these hopes

Read your names who ever reads this book?

Must do something

Flowers free themselves in the hands of wind and sleep peace fully.  Sparrows and doves were flying over the blue sky, settle on the short walls of the city .People, the naïve people of friendly city, were busy working, and no one knew that very soon something is going to happen. First the horrible sound wrapped around the city and then another and another sound. Walls collapsed one by one, and so did the houses. This sound was the sound of explosion.  Explosion of bombs. Every one were looking at each other in panic and no one knew what had happened .The children hid themselves in their mothers embrace, grownups were running around  frightened, from here to there .Sparrows and doves were frightened mashing themselves against the walls .A person from a different village came  and said that Iraqi\'s were coming to Iran .  With no reason, they keep destroying the cities one by one. First, the adults then the kids were going on top of the roof where everything was visible .Enemy tanks were destroying and burning everything down .Every one thought of something, they all ran to their basements and brought out their weapons. Some were digging the ground to make a strong hold. I could not sit and watch the enemy getting closer and closer I couldn\'t watch them attacking us from everywhere. Even though I was small but my sister\'s innocent looks were telling me: Hossein do something. The holly Quran that was on top of the shelf was shouting in a clear voice: My child, do something I went towards the door, my mom was standing in the door way and her worried eyes were saying: must do something

I came out of the room the flowers in our garden were hardly moving but they said weepingly: must do something I saw my brother\'s gun and shells which were laying on the wall of our yard, he left them there to go for ablution, I took the shells and left the gun for him and came out of the house. The sparrows and doves were flying around me horrified and mumbling. Must do something. I went towards the gate of the city where the enemy had entered.

They were close to the city I stood there and looked at the enemy from the mosque when the sound of Azan made me think that it is God\'s voice telling me to: do something. I wrapped the shells around my waist and went under the enemy tank .Sky of the city which Mohammad Hossein flew Khoramshar was city of blood from the beginning;

Khoramshar was city of blood. The fight in nostalgia and become martyred with innocence and their bodies were Torn under evil\'s tanks and water, earth and the sky had become combined.

However, the secret of blood emerged the secret that only a martyr knows. Circulation of blood in the vain for life is sweat, but its joyous when it\'s sacrificed for the loved ones.

The worthy are those that have hearts filled with love, and have no room to be scared of dying

The worthy are eternal. They rule the island of green oceans of lights that made the sky is bright.

From Martyr Davood Fahmideh  

A part of martyr Davood Fahmideh\'s will

Dear father if you receive my will please listen to it, burry me in Zahra\'s Paradise, because my brother is there too.  I want to be buried next to him it is easy for you too, when you come on Friday night\'s you can visit both of us.