The 17th of Shahrivar       

It was the morning of the seventeenth. I went after Ibrahim. We went on a motorcycle to the same religious meeting close to the Jhaleh (Shohada) Square. The meeting finished. A lot of noise was coming from outside. At midnight Military Rule had been declared. Many people didn’t know about it at all. There were many soldiers and officers stationed around the square. A large crowd was moving towards the square. The officers were shouting over their loudspeakers, “Disperse!” Ibrahim quickly came out of the meeting. Immediately he came back and said, “Amir! Come and see what’s happening!?” I came out. As far as one’s eyes could see the crowd was coming towards the square from all sides. Their slogans changed from “Peace be upon Khomeini” to slogans about the Shah. The shout of “Down with the Shah” was resonating. The crowd flooded towards the square. Some people said, “The SAVAKIES have surrounded the square from all four sides…” After a few seconds, something happened which few could believe! The sound of shooting was coming from all sides; even from the helicopter which was in the sky and further away from the square. I quickly went and brought my motorcycle. I found a way out from an alley. There wasn’t an officer there. Ibrahim quickly brought one of the injured people. We took him to the Sevom Sha’ban Hospital together and came back quickly. We went to the hospital about eight times till close to noontime. We were taking injured people and coming back. Almost all of Ibrahim’s whole body was drowned in blood. One of the people who had been injured was close to the gas station. The officers were watching from far. No one dared to pick up the injured man. Ibrahim wanted to go towards him. I stopped him and said, “They are using the injured man as a trap. If you move, they will shoot.” He looked at me and said, “Would you say that if it was your brother?!” I didn’t know what to say. I just said, “Be very careful.” The sound of shooting had become less. The officers had moved back a little bit. Ibrahim quickly crawled into the street moving on his stomach. Then, he was lying down next to the injured man. He took the injured man’s hand and put the young man on his back. Then he came back crawling on his stomach again. Ibrahim showed an unusual courage. Then he put that man on my motorcycle along with another person and I left. When I came back, the officers had closed the alley. The Military Rule had become more intense. I lost Ibrahim! I went back home any way that I could. In the evening I went to Ibrahim’s house. His mother was worried. No one had any news from him. We were very upset. Late that night, they informed me that he had come back. I was very happy. With his strong body he had been able to escape from the officers. The next day we went to the Behesht Zahra (graveyard) and helped for the funeral and burial of the martyrs. After the 17th of Shahrivar, we held meetings each night in one of the friends’ houses to coordinate programs. For a while, the meeting was on the roof of Ibrahim’s house. For a while, in Mahdi’s house… Everything was discussed in these meetings; especially religious and political issues of the day. These continued until it was announced that Imam Khomeini (r.a.) was coming back to Iran.