Month: December 2013

Message of Maryam Rajavi Christmas and New Year 2014

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Dear Friends of the Iranian people and resistance across the world.
On Christmas eve and the birth of Jesus Christ, the messenger of mercy, peace and freedom, I wish you a Happy New Year.
I wish that the New Year would bring peace, solidarity and happiness for the people around the world.
May Freedom and democracy triumph in my homeland Iran and other nations in the region.
Christmas brings with it the spirit of Peace, brotherhood and tolerance when people of all religion come together to replace revenge with love and tolerance. Read the rest of this entry »


A glimpse at my father changed my life

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By Bahador, Camp Liberty resident

26 years ago, when I caught my first glimpse of my father, Mansoor, I didn’t think that such a brief encounter would have such a great impact on my life. Neither did I think that it would be the only time that I would ever see him alive. Read the rest of this entry »

Christmas is not merry this year

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While Christmas is at our doorsteps, and all families unite for celebration and merrymaking, a daughter still awaits with glistening eyes the return of her mother, hostage in the hands of Iraqi forces for nearly four months.
She is in Camp Liberty, Iraq, where Iranian refugees have been the target of a horrible massacre by Iraqi forces.
Listen to her story.

The image of my father’s death still haunts my dreams

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By Saber, Camp Liberty resident

One who bears hardships; that is the meaning of my name, Saber, in Persian and Arabic. Might be that my parents knew in advance that my entire life would be marked with these “hardships” when they chose my name. What I do know is that the trials began from the very first months of my life. Read the rest of this entry »

A Different New Year

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Shahabeh, Camp Liberty resident, and her mother, Mahnaz, abducted by Iraqi forces
Shahabeh, Camp Liberty resident, and her mother, Mahnaz, abducted by Iraqi forces

By Ebrahim Mir Seyyedi, Camp Liberty resident

As New Year approaches, children steal glances at mothers, wondering about the presents they will be receiving this year. They dream of toys and new clothes, and how they will proudly show their new acquirements to their friends when schools reopen. This is a story that repeats itself at every New Year. New Year is a time of joy, happiness, and reunion. Read the rest of this entry »

Do I too have a share of these human rights?

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Marking December 10th, the signing of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights

By: Mansour Abaskhani, Camp Liberty resident

This year we marked and commemorated the anniversary of the United Nations General Assembly Declaration of Human Rights on the 100th day of the campaign for the freedom of seven Ashraf hostages. Truly, what was the goal of that declaration signed by the UNGA back in 1948? Was it anything but preventing human rights violations defined in its Third Article, that every human being has the right to life, freedom and security?

This question was always before me that am I also covered by this declaration? What portion of it belongs to me? Am I included amongst the mankind that is spoken of in this text?

When I look back, I see no traces of it. Read the rest of this entry »

Life Is Beautiful and I am Still Alive

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Mojtaba Shadbash, hunger striker in Camp Liberty
Mojtaba Shadbash, hunger striker in Camp Liberty

By Mojtaba Shadbash, hunger striker in Camp Liberty

It was by a quirk of fate that I survived. Had I regained consciousness just a few minutes later, I would have been placed in one of the drawers of the morgue in an Iraqi hospital, along with a number of my friends who didn’t make it.

It was twilight in Ashraf. Iraqi agents in their attack on 8 April 2011 had taken us three as corpses and pulled with them to a corner of a building. I had been beaten within an inch of my life; the blows of sticks and clubs had left my head, face and hands broken and bloodied. M-16 bullets had crushed my legs. The Iraqi forces did not provide minimum medical treatment or even bother to take a look at us, seeking to hand me over to the forensics while I was unconscious. I don’t know, maybe the other two were also alive, or they did not have the chance to gain consciousness before being placed in the morgue drawers. Read the rest of this entry »