From Education in London to Mine Defusing in Sharhani

Navideshahed: Martyr engineer Siyamak (Hussein) Memar Zadeh was one of the persons who did not give up fighting during his lifetime.

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شنبه - ۰۵ مرداد ۲۰۱۲ / 2012 05 May

We entered Chizar cemetery named (Imam Zadeh Ali Akbar (AS) located in Tehran) and we moved to the left side. We arrived to the first grave and it had a black stone, we asked this question: “Hey you fortunate man, who are you?”?

My name if Hussein and it has been this name from the beginning and it will remain this name forever too. In fact I’m a slave for Imam Hussein (AS) and I know that he will help me in the resurrection world. I admit that there is no God except Allah.

Also the prophet of God Mohammad (May God send greetings to him) is the last prophet of God and my lord Ali is his successor. My religious book is Koran and I’m a 12-Imam Shiite. I will be so happy if I be accepted as a slave for my Imam. My objective is raising the government of God on the earth and I know that this government will be strong by the Imam of time. My only ambition is being martyred in the path of God. I went to this way by an open eye and a certain zeal.

Yes I’m the slave of Imam Hussein (AS) and now it is the time of my exam. It is a time that I prove my words that martyrdom in the way of God is the highest position and post.

The abovementioned sentences were a part of the testament of martyr Hussein Siyamak Memar Zadeh.

I was born in Tehran in 1960 and they named me Siyamak. My father’s financial situation was good. Thanks God I was grown up in a rich family. I can say that everything was prepared for me from the time that I can remember anything. I was the first child of the family. At that time that rich children would be sent to the preschool centers. I was among this class of society as well.

Our kindergarten was behind the previous embassy of United States of America. We came to Tajrish Neighborhood since 1969. At that time Tajrish neighborhood was not so crowded like today and all the houses were so big. It was not only a house, but also it was a house which had a big garden and yard too. Many authorities of Shah’s regime would live around our house. Our house was close to two palace including Sadabad Palace and Niyavaran Palace; but these things never made me feel it is enough. My father would woke up by the sound of calling to prayer and my mom would do the same work too. The sound of Hamd verse would make my heart so refresh. I was a little child; in a period of time many people would come to our house and we would wear black uniforms. I asked a question from my father. I asked this question from my father: “What is up my dad?”? he said: “My dear, it is the Muharram Month and we should mourn for Imam Hussein (AS).”? Someday I asked this question from my mother and she said: “It is the time of her Excellency Fatemeh demise anniversary.”?

In fact I was grown up in such a family.

When I got older, my face would be more handsome and I would be more loved. I was a handsome guy and I had a good behavior too. I don’t remember to have behaved badly with my parents.

I had a great passion to Koran and I would take part in the mourning ceremonies which would be held in our house. When I thought about this issue, I noticed that those persons who come to our house have shirts with different colors and during the Muharram month and mourning times, they would come there more. I asked this question from my dad and he replied my question with many cares and he told me that this is the uniform of prophet and that these persons are the clerics and propagandist of religion and religious affairs. He also mentioned several names. I can remember the name of Mr. Mottahari that was martyred later and Mr. Mohallati. Our house had become a center for propagating religion. During the mourning which would be held in our house, I heard the name of someone secretly and I became curious about this issue, I attempted to know what that mysterious name was and later I noticed that the name was Mr. Rohollah Khomeini.

I was a university student of Alborz School until the third class of high school and I had to pass the long way of Tajrish- Kalej intersection everyday. My educational field was Experimental Sciences and if I be honest with you, I should say that I was a good student as well. I accomplished the last year of high school of Kharazmi Shemroon. I got my diploma in 1976. I was a 17 years old teenager and I was so excited as well. The meetings of some great martyrs such as martyr Mottahari and martyr Mohallati would make me familiar with Imam and the oppressor of Taqoot. I gradually started my political activities as well. We would write mottos against the regime during nights along with my friends and we would distribute the announcements of Imam Khomeini. SAVAK would prosecute us. My father warned me several times and he said: “Siyamak, finally you will put yourself in a trouble.”? But I would not give up my activities, but my father was worried that I might be captured by SAVAK; that is why he got an admission from a UK university and I was sent to UK in 1977. I continued my education in the Natural College of London in the program of Cultivation and Industry Engineering. When I went to UK, I attempted to fight for the Shah’s regime. I became a member of Islamic Committee of Europe Students and I was an active member in the Islamic assembly as well. When the Islamic revolution began, our activities got increased. We would hold protests against Shah’s regime in London by the supports of Iranian revolutionary people. Martyr Abbaspour who was martyred in the Republicans Party was one of my classmates as well. Before the Islamic Revolution my father came to UK in order to meet me. He observed that again I was sharing and distributing the announcements of Imam Khomeini. He told me: “My son I don’t want you to put yourself in trouble when you are here.”? Thanks God the blood of revolution martyrs was followed with a good result and the people and revolutionary persons achieved a victory. We also tracked the event of revolution when we were in UK too and we would continue our education when we were there as well.

Greeting to the fighting students

When we came to Iran, the war had not been started yet. At that time there was some contrasts and arguments between the national and religious persons and the supporters of freedom party and the Muslim and Hezbollah guys. Since I was a 20-year-old educated guy, ingesting this issue was difficult for me, because the people had made an uprising in order to defend the religious percepts and I wondered why some people fight for nationality and nationalism. I opposed them from the beginning as well. Still ten days had not been passed; suddenly the continuous sounds of explosions covered the whole city. At first I thought that a bomb was exploded somewhere, but later the television announced that the Iraqi aircrafts have bombarded Mehrabad airport. The situation was really difficult. From one side the enemy had attacked our country and from the other side Iran had got involved in an internal conflict and the Iranian President Bani Sadr had supported the anti-revolutionary militants as well. At that time the revolutionary organizations were being formed, they invited us to cooperate with them, but I did not accept that, maybe it was because I thought that if I do that, I would sell the cost of several days being imprisoned in the way of Islam and revolution. Our days were being finished by argument and discussion with the supporters of Bani Sadr and anti-revolutionary militants in front of Tehran University. Eventually a meeting was held on March 03 and during this meeting, they attacked the revolutionary and Hezbollahi guys according to the demand of Bani Sadr. I was injured as a result of the attack as well. Because a piece of a brick had hit my face, but I was rescued from that situation by martyr Abbspour and he did a favor for me and he took me to our house (The cabinet power minister of martyr Rejaee who was martyred in the Republican Party).

In the summer of 1982 I was in Tehran and along with doing activities in Basij, I started my clerical education in Chizar seminary as well and eventually I heard that a new military operation was going to be launched by Iranian forces. I satisfied my mother and father hardly and then I was dispatched to the battlefields of Iran-Iraq war. I really liked to choose a unit from the war which be the climax of martyrdom and that the procedure of martyrdom in that unit to be very difficult. I joined the brigade ‘Hazarat Seyed Al-Shohada’ and I became a member of Mine Clearance Unit which they had a divine commander. I was a war veteran who would clear landmines…

I said divine commander! That is because our commander was our neighbor in the public cemetery of Imam Zadeh Ali Akbar (AS). His grave is exactly in the right side a few rows forwarder and on his stone has been written: “Martyr Abdollah Noriyan”?. He was a war veteran from Rostam Abad Shemroon neighborhood. Since I was a clergy, he sent me to the propaganda section of the battalion and I accepted this responsibility on the condition of taking part in the military operation. Our commander’s name was Mahmoud, but most of the war veterans would call him Abdollah and I had introduced myself as Hussein Memar Zadeh and I asked my comrades to call me Hussein.

On April 03, 1983 my three months commission for the battlefields was being ended, but I heard that a new military operation is going to take place and I wrote a letter to my mom who had missed me so much and I said: “ Dear mother, I do not like to give up supporting Imam Hussein (AS). He needs our assistance right now and I stay in the battlefields in order to help him”?. Therefore I stayed in the battlefields. The most beautiful night of my lifetime was a night before the military operation; because on that night we knew that on the next day we would take part in a military operation and we would talk with our God so sincerely. It was the night of the military operation ‘Valfajr 1’. So I prepared myself for the military operation. I was commissioned with friends and comrades to go to one of the battalions of Seyed Al-Shohada (AS). I think it was the battalion of his Excellency Ali Asghar (AS). We had been commissioned to open a way in the landmine. The air was dark and the darkness had covered the whole war zone. The whole battalion arrived to the place in one row. The number of our battalion members was almost 400 persons. The battalion stationed behind a hill and we got away from the battalion and we had a long distance with them. We arrived behind the barbed wires of the first landmine. Silence had covered the whole war zone. Sometimes the enemy guns would open fire and an illuminating bullet would shine the war zone. Hussein was supposed to neutralize the landmines and I was to put the landmine place rope on the ground. We wrapped our sleeves and we entered the ground which was full of landmines.

I would open the landmine rope and I would pull it on a white soil and sometimes I would look around myself too and I would try to check the enemy ambushing rifle pits as well; suddenly the enemy heavy guns opened fire. The bullets would come towards us so closely. Hussein would not pay attention to the enemy shooting and he was going forward. We had arrived almost to the end of the first landmine ground and the final landmine that was put away by Hussein was Wallmer mine. We had reached to the barbed wires which had been rolled up and we were waiting that the operation key code to be announced and then to cut off the barbed wires of the final point of minefield and then the battalion could enter the minefield crossing, but once again the enemy heavy guns started to shoot and the enemy focused opening fire on Hussein. Many bullets hit Hussein and he was groaning in blood, but we could not do anything. I had to return and take the battalion to move from the minefield crossing. I stood up and I moved towards the beginning part of minefield as I would move in a bending position, suddenly a mortar shell hit near me and a big quiver tore my side. I put my hand on my side and I would move on the white soil of minefield rope. I as alone, I had arrived to the middle part of the ground. At that time I did not wish martyrdom. I really wished not to fall down because I wanted to reach the first place of the minefield and to lead the battalion to pass the minefield crossing and then to be martyred; but I don’t know what happened to me that I stepped on a Wallmer landmine. When the landmine was exploded several war veterans entered the minefield and I could hear that someone was say, the way is open…the way is open! But one war veteran has been martyred at the beginning of minefield and another has been martyred at the end of minefield.

I was so happy that my comrades had found me. They took me near the minefield crossing and our battalion titled ‘Ali Asghar’ (AS) son of my lord Imam Hussein (S) crossed the minefield. When I observed that my work was accomplished, since I was so tired, I took out the seal of Karbala from my packet and I put it in my mouth and I was waiting my lord to come that is why I was looking at sky. I was alone and thirsty. 22 days had passed from the spring which the sacred soil of Shahrani war zone took me to the sky and I was martyred.

I’m sorry if the story of my martyrdom procedure was long; my final sentence is that you should know why I went to the battlefields and I really ask you to pick a pen and a piece of paper and to write…

I went to the battlefields in order to support the religion of God!
I went to the war in order to prove that I’m a loyal slave for Imam Hussein (AS)!
I went to the war in order to irrigate the tree of Islam with my blood!
I went there to be sacrificed in the way of Islam!
I went there in order to be a continuer of martyrs’ path (a part of the testament of martyr Hussein Siyamak Memar Zadeh)

The End

Narrator: Jafar Tahmasebi

We entered Chizar cemetery named (Imam Zadeh Ali Akbar (AS) located in Tehran) and we moved to the left side. We arrived to the first grave and it had a black stone, we asked this question: “Hey you fortunate man, who are you?”? My name if Hussein and it has been this name from the beginning and it will remain this name forever too. In fact I’m a slave for Imam Hussein (AS) and I know that he will help me in the resurrection world. I admit that there is no God except Allah. Also the prophet of God Mohammad (May God send greetings to him) is the last prophet of God and my lord Ali is his successor. My religious book is Koran and I’m a 12-Imam Shiite. I will be so happy if I be accepted as a slave for my Imam. My objective is raising the government of God on the earth and I know that this government will be strong by the Imam of time. My only ambition is being martyred in the path of God. I went to this way by an open eye and a certain zeal. Yes I’m the slave of Imam Hussein (AS) and now it is the time of my exam. It is a time that I prove my words that martyrdom in the way of God is the highest position and post. The abovementioned sentences were a part of the testament of martyr Hussein Siyamak Memar Zadeh. I was born in Tehran in 1960 and they named me Siyamak. My father’s financial situation was good. Thanks God I was grown up in a rich family. I can say that everything was prepared for me from the time that I can remember anything. I was the first child of the family. At that time that rich children would be sent to the preschool centers. I was among this class of society as well. Our kindergarten was behind the previous embassy of United States of America. We came to Tajrish Neighborhood since 1969. At that time Tajrish neighborhood was not so crowded like today and all the houses were so big. It was not only a house, but also it was a house which had a big garden and yard too. Many authorities of Shah’s regime would live around our house. Our house was close to two palace including Sadabad Palace and Niyavaran Palace; but these things never made me feel it is enough. My father would woke up by the sound of calling to prayer and my mom would do the same work too. The sound of Hamd verse would make my heart so refresh. I was a little child; in a period of time many people would come to our house and we would wear black uniforms. I asked a question from my father. I asked this question from my father: “What is up my dad?”? he said: “My dear, it is the Muharram Month and we should mourn for Imam Hussein (AS).”? Someday I asked this question from my mother and she said: “It is the time of her Excellency Fatemeh demise anniversary.”? In fact I was grown up in such a family. When I got older, my face would be more handsome and I would be more loved. I was a handsome guy and I had a good behavior too. I don’t remember to have behaved badly with my parents. I had a great passion to Koran and I would take part in the mourning ceremonies which would be held in our house. When I thought about this issue, I noticed that those persons who come to our house have shirts with different colors and during the Muharram month and mourning times, they would come there more. I asked this question from my dad and he replied my question with many cares and he told me that this is the uniform of prophet and that these persons are the clerics and propagandist of religion and religious affairs. He also mentioned several names. I can remember the name of Mr. Mottahari that was martyred later and Mr. Mohallati. Our house had become a center for propagating religion. During the mourning which would be held in our house, I heard the name of someone secretly and I became curious about this issue, I attempted to know what that mysterious name was and later I noticed that the name was Mr. Rohollah Khomeini. I was a university student of Alborz School until the third class of high school and I had to pass the long way of Tajrish- Kalej intersection everyday. My educational field was Experimental Sciences and if I be honest with you, I should say that I was a good student as well. I accomplished the last year of high school of Kharazmi Shemroon. I got my diploma in 1976. I was a 17 years old teenager and I was so excited as well. The meetings of some great martyrs such as martyr Mottahari and martyr Mohallati would make me familiar with Imam and the oppressor of Taqoot. I gradually started my political activities as well. We would write mottos against the regime during nights along with my friends and we would distribute the announcements of Imam Khomeini. SAVAK would prosecute us. My father warned me several times and he said: “Siyamak, finally you will put yourself in a trouble.”? But I would not give up my activities, but my father was worried that I might be captured by SAVAK; that is why he got an admission from a UK university and I was sent to UK in 1977. I continued my education in the Natural College of London in the program of Cultivation and Industry Engineering. When I went to UK, I attempted to fight for the Shah’s regime. I became a member of Islamic Committee of Europe Students and I was an active member in the Islamic assembly as well. When the Islamic revolution began, our activities got increased. We would hold protests against Shah’s regime in London by the supports of Iranian revolutionary people. Martyr Abbaspour who was martyred in the Republicans Party was one of my classmates as well. Before the Islamic Revolution my father came to UK in order to meet me. He observed that again I was sharing and distributing the announcements of Imam Khomeini. He told me: “My son I don’t want you to put yourself in trouble when you are here.”? Thanks God the blood of revolution martyrs was followed with a good result and the people and revolutionary persons achieved a victory. We also tracked the event of revolution when we were in UK too and we would continue our education when we were there as well. Greeting to the fighting students When we came to Iran, the war had not been started yet. At that time there was some contrasts and arguments between the national and religious persons and the supporters of freedom party and the Muslim and Hezbollah guys. Since I was a 20-year-old educated guy, ingesting this issue was difficult for me, because the people had made an uprising in order to defend the religious percepts and I wondered why some people fight for nationality and nationalism. I opposed them from the beginning as well. Still ten days had not been passed; suddenly the continuous sounds of explosions covered the whole city. At first I thought that a bomb was exploded somewhere, but later the television announced that the Iraqi aircrafts have bombarded Mehrabad airport. The situation was really difficult. From one side the enemy had attacked our country and from the other side Iran had got involved in an internal conflict and the Iranian President Bani Sadr had supported the anti-revolutionary militants as well. At that time the revolutionary organizations were being formed, they invited us to cooperate with them, but I did not accept that, maybe it was because I thought that if I do that, I would sell the cost of several days being imprisoned in the way of Islam and revolution. Our days were being finished by argument and discussion with the supporters of Bani Sadr and anti-revolutionary militants in front of Tehran University. Eventually a meeting was held on March 03 and during this meeting, they attacked the revolutionary and Hezbollahi guys according to the demand of Bani Sadr. I was injured as a result of the attack as well. Because a piece of a brick had hit my face, but I was rescued from that situation by martyr Abbspour and he did a favor for me and he took me to our house (The cabinet power minister of martyr Rejaee who was martyred in the Republican Party). In the summer of 1982 I was in Tehran and along with doing activities in Basij, I started my clerical education in Chizar seminary as well and eventually I heard that a new military operation was going to be launched by Iranian forces. I satisfied my mother and father hardly and then I was dispatched to the battlefields of Iran-Iraq war. I really liked to choose a unit from the war which be the climax of martyrdom and that the procedure of martyrdom in that unit to be very difficult. I joined the brigade ‘Hazarat Seyed Al-Shohada’ and I became a member of Mine Clearance Unit which they had a divine commander. I was a war veteran who would clear landmines… I said divine commander! That is because our commander was our neighbor in the public cemetery of Imam Zadeh Ali Akbar (AS). His grave is exactly in the right side a few rows forwarder and on his stone has been written: “Martyr Abdollah Noriyan”?. He was a war veteran from Rostam Abad Shemroon neighborhood. Since I was a clergy, he sent me to the propaganda section of the battalion and I accepted this responsibility on the condition of taking part in the military operation. Our commander’s name was Mahmoud, but most of the war veterans would call him Abdollah and I had introduced myself as Hussein Memar Zadeh and I asked my comrades to call me Hussein. On April 03, 1983 my three months commission for the battlefields was being ended, but I heard that a new military operation is going to take place and I wrote a letter to my mom who had missed me so much and I said: “ Dear mother, I do not like to give up supporting Imam Hussein (AS). He needs our assistance right now and I stay in the battlefields in order to help him”?. Therefore I stayed in the battlefields. The most beautiful night of my lifetime was a night before the military operation; because on that night we knew that on the next day we would take part in a military operation and we would talk with our God so sincerely. It was the night of the military operation ‘Valfajr 1’. So I prepared myself for the military operation. I was commissioned with friends and comrades to go to one of the battalions of Seyed Al-Shohada (AS). I think it was the battalion of his Excellency Ali Asghar (AS). We had been commissioned to open a way in the landmine. The air was dark and the darkness had covered the whole war zone. The whole battalion arrived to the place in one row. The number of our battalion members was almost 400 persons. The battalion stationed behind a hill and we got away from the battalion and we had a long distance with them. We arrived behind the barbed wires of the first landmine. Silence had covered the whole war zone. Sometimes the enemy guns would open fire and an illuminating bullet would shine the war zone. Hussein was supposed to neutralize the landmines and I was to put the landmine place rope on the ground. We wrapped our sleeves and we entered the ground which was full of landmines. I would open the landmine rope and I would pull it on a white soil and sometimes I would look around myself too and I would try to check the enemy ambushing rifle pits as well; suddenly the enemy heavy guns opened fire. The bullets would come towards us so closely. Hussein would not pay attention to the enemy shooting and he was going forward. We had arrived almost to the end of the first landmine ground and the final landmine that was put away by Hussein was Wallmer mine. We had reached to the barbed wires which had been rolled up and we were waiting that the operation key code to be announced and then to cut off the barbed wires of the final point of minefield and then the battalion could enter the minefield crossing, but once again the enemy heavy guns started to shoot and the enemy focused opening fire on Hussein. Many bullets hit Hussein and he was groaning in blood, but we could not do anything. I had to return and take the battalion to move from the minefield crossing. I stood up and I moved towards the beginning part of minefield as I would move in a bending position, suddenly a mortar shell hit near me and a big quiver tore my side. I put my hand on my side and I would move on the white soil of minefield rope. I as alone, I had arrived to the middle part of the ground. At that time I did not wish martyrdom. I really wished not to fall down because I wanted to reach the first place of the minefield and to lead the battalion to pass the minefield crossing and then to be martyred; but I don’t know what happened to me that I stepped on a Wallmer landmine. When the landmine was exploded several war veterans entered the minefield and I could hear that someone was say, the way is open…the way is open! But one war veteran has been martyred at the beginning of minefield and another has been martyred at the end of minefield. I was so happy that my comrades had found me. They took me near the minefield crossing and our battalion titled ‘Ali Asghar’ (AS) son of my lord Imam Hussein (S) crossed the minefield. When I observed that my work was accomplished, since I was so tired, I took out the seal of Karbala from my packet and I put it in my mouth and I was waiting my lord to come that is why I was looking at sky. I was alone and thirsty. 22 days had passed from the spring which the sacred soil of Shahrani war zone took me to the sky and I was martyred. I’m sorry if the story of my martyrdom procedure was long; my final sentence is that you should know why I went to the battlefields and I really ask you to pick a pen and a piece of paper and to write… I went to the battlefields in order to support the religion of God! I went to the war in order to prove that I’m a loyal slave for Imam Hussein (AS)! I went to the war in order to irrigate the tree of Islam with my blood! I went there to be sacrificed in the way of Islam! I went there in order to be a continuer of martyrs’ path (a part of the testament of martyr Hussein Siyamak Memar Zadeh) The End Narrator: Jafar Tahmasebi