Memoirs

One of my close friends is the brother of two martyrs. This summer, I was making my ablutions in the

In the morning of the year 1364 [1985], I left the house to buy some Barbari bread. I noticed that

My father is a cleric. About forty years ago, a few streets above where our house was, there was a

About seven years ago, I went to the office of a lawyer for legal advice. He was about seventy years

During the times when I returned to the city on leave from the front, one of the places I frequently

The children of the demolition battalion, those who survived the war, gather from time to time on various occasions. About

Fifteen years ago, I used to purchase goods from a factory owned by a man named Haj Taghi. One afternoon,

I learned to swim with a lot of practice in the Karun River. Later, the demolition unit sent us to