Seyed Ali Salehi: I Saw My Daughters Killed! | Will the Islamic Republic Say It's Day When I Must Say It's Night?

Referring to the bombing of the Shajarah Tayyebeh school in Minab, Seyed Ali Salehi says: 'With what courage did they strike our children? I will be in mourning forever.'

Seyyed Ali Salehi, referring to the bombing of Shajra Tayyaba Minab school, says: "How dare they hit our children?" I will take it forever.

Seyed Ali Salehi, a veteran poet, tells about his memories while attending Ambassador Arjan; Since childhood, migrating from the Suleiman Mosque and coming to Tehran, a lifetime of poetry and war.

In part of his conversation with Ambassador Arjan, he talks about his encounter with the wars that have been waged against Iran. About the war between Iraq and Iran and what happened to him at that time, he says: At that time, when that horrible monster and devil, who I believe was not even an Arab, killed Tikrits on the border of Iran and Khorramshahr and did not even spare a bullet for the defenders and Iranians, he threw them into the river with his hands tied. Being from Khuzestan, I used to get top-notch news from family and friends and I knew that they were coming. I went quickly and managed to reach Abadan from Ahvaz to save my brother's family. Interestingly, on the way, one of the relatives who was coming with a tractor said: "Ali, where are you going?" I said: "Ferydoun and his family." He said: "They went to Suleiman Mosque, come back." I returned to Ahvaz and then to Masjid Suleiman. I saw some scenes that I wish I had lived for another thousand years, I will never forget.

He continues: once one of the bombs he was throwing fell in the barracks; I saw a soldier without a head but standing on his feet. Look how horrible it is. Instead of his head, there was a fountain of blood. I still ask myself, why should you film that moment with your mind? For a few seconds, you could have looked away. But as if I knew. Blood was gushing out and he was on his feet, then he melted like a candle. It bothered me, it still bothers me. A thousand of these events may have happened in the eight-year war, but I did not see it, I am speaking from what I saw.

Referring to Iraq's air strikes against Iran, this veteran poet then states: True or false, it was rumored at that time that the pilots are not Iraqis, but Europeans and mercenaries, they take money, come and bomb and return. I saw this scene, what do I know, maybe it was an Iraqi pilot. Our house was on a hill. It was very interesting that they bombed everywhere, usually people fled underground and took shelter somewhere, but I saw with my own eyes, when they bombed, the people of Suleiman Mosque went to the roof. Then they would say to each other, he hit there. War was fun for them and they had no fear. This side of life and the other did not matter to them. Of course, I am talking about the deprived classes. Ironically, I was standing in the yard and saw the sound of MiG (because I had learned) approaching us, but it could not be seen, because there were hills and mountains, I looked at the sky and saw it coming down. As I said, our house was on a hill, and when it passed, I saw the yellow mustache of the pilot. It was completely pure. At that time, I said to myself, it is true that the Westerners are involved and even entered Iran for bombing.

He adds: I tried to stay. I was a student at that time and I was worried that the university would start and something would happen and I wouldn't be there. I returned to Tehran even though I was worried about my family, not just the family of a Salehi family in Suleiman Mosque. Every one he hits, it's like they are my family. I said to myself, I have many brothers and sisters who are young and if something happens, they will hold their parents' hands, which happened many times. When they bombed, they took my parents outside the city and pitched a tent so that they could escape. The bombings had caused the cats of the city to become agitated. They saw people following him. See how far the disaster is? A creature that was trained and was with humans, had turned into a monster and a predatory enemy and was following humans. One of my sisters was chased by a cat and had to leave her tent and run away.

Salehi emphasizes: I experienced war within war; I was worried about my family and I was more worried about the war against Iran itself.

The poet says about the bombardment of Shajre Tayyaba Minab school during the 40-day war and a poem that is also sung in this context: It was very painful. I saw my daughters killed in school, while my daughters are 30-40 years old and not here. What should one say to the enemy? Why did you kill the children? come kill me You can kill me. You have a lot of people. Why did you kill nearly 200 children? Is it possible? It is still going on. Do they let go? It continues now. What sin have the girls committed? What sin have all humans committed? Even soldiers. What sin have the soldiers committed? You are a criminal. Who should we tell this to? You send the children of your nation to be killed, then why should they be killed? To kill the children of our nation.

He continues by expressing the belief that "war is the final achievement of Satan" and adds: war is the result of power and stupidity, the result of power and madness. These two are always together. Power and madness. I was very annoyed in the recent war. I was young in that war. There is nothing wrong with saying that I went once and said that I wanted to go to war. They had advertised in Tehran and were asking for help. Near Imam Hossein Square. Then a man gave an interview and said: "Do you want to go to war with these mustaches?" I said: "What does it matter?" This is how we live. I rarely meet Bakhtiari who does not have a mustache. what do i do Everyone had a mustache. When you don't have a mustache, they make fun of you. For example, if you don't have a beard, a believer will criticize you if he sees you." My final decision was to go to work in the kitchen, clean vegetables to answer my conscience and say that I am also in the front line, now I am not in the front line, but in the second line.

He talks about what bothered him the most in the recent war: the girls they beat and the children they killed. These were very painful. It is very cruel. I have a grandson and my granddaughter is also a girl. I have a daughter myself. I don't have any ideal view on this issue, even if I don't have a national or religious view, the emotional view I have, I am a human being. how is it possible Wherever you are in the world, you must be on the side of the oppressed, in every rank and profession, you must defend the oppressed until proven guilty. He is oppressed and handcuffed.

Salehi continues: You may have seen this video, it is a documentary film in which a lion attacks a female deer but has nothing to do with her baby. It is astonishing. At the end, the lion takes the baby deer by the neck and takes it to the top of the tree so that the hyenas don't attack it. That the animal is a predator and we say that it has an animal nature. You did this to innocent children. They followed each other in the school yard with jokes and a thousand wishes. We were students and we remember, I was among the nosy ones and I used to make noise. How can you come to people like us in one moment... This does not mean that the radical chapols say that they are defending the Islamic Republic. what to me It is not possible for the Islamic Republic to say that it is day, because the Islamic Republic said that it is night. Criticism has its place and our protest has its place.

In another part of this interview, this poet also tells the students of Minab school: How dare they hit our children? I'm getting hot forever. I hope one day I can go and visit their land.