 Born again
Story of an MKO member: Part
seven
By Sepideh
May 12, 2004
iranian.com
I was in a dilemma, and I really didn't know what
to do. On the one hand, insomnia was eroding my power to resist,
and, on the other hand, the ignominy of yielding to their inhuman
demands was torturing me. Four days without sleep and fear of
the Iraqi security agency made me take refuge in my childish
justifications and rationalizations that if I wrote what they
wanted, they may let me sleep and send me back to the Reception
unit where I could complain to brother Massoud about their indecent
behaviour of which I was of which I was sure he was unaware.
Eventually, I gave in and told brother Nabi, "I'm
really sick and tired. I don't know what you want to do
with the letter you are asking me to write. I wonder how a pack
of lies can help you."
He replied, "Don't be
such a skeptic. Have faith in us and in the Organization. You
should place the Organization's interests above your own.
So you should write it even if it is all lies. Aren't you
a solider of the Liberation Army? Aren't you sister Maryam's
solider? So, there's no sense in refusing what we want
you to do. Even if what we want you to write is totally lies,
you should be ready to write as soon as we even suggest it. You
shouldn't have any doubt about it for the sake of the Organization's
interests. And you are neither the first nor the only person
whom we have wanted to write these things for us. Many have written
the same things without shrinking from it, because they had faith
in the instructions of the Organization. Did you ever guess we
many be sizing up your commitment and loyalty? Now start writing
down what I dictate to you."
And I wrote as he dictated
to me. "I, Hassan Khalaj, the undersigned, have
been a member of the IRGC for 10 yeas. During my membership,
I helped this unpopular Organization put down and suppress people.
Now I am awakened to my dreadful unpopular deeds and the abysmal
I was in, I ask brother Massoud and sister Maryam to pardon me."
Next morning, I was summoned to the Operation
room. There, interrogator Jalal, who looked grim and extremely
angry, turned to me and
said, "it's twenty days that I've been stuck
with you and I'm really sick and tired of it. I've
got many others to attend to. So you'd better be all ears
and write down immediately what I tell you."
And
I started writing: "I, Hassan Khalaj, have a long-standing
record of suffering from mental disease and have been under intensive
medical care in
mental hospitals. At times I fall into fits of mental attacks."
I was astounded, so I turned to interrogator Jalal
and said, "Do
you insist that my writing isn't right at all? I won't
let you do that."
Jalal became angry at my remarks,
and stared yelling, "Oh yeah, I had forgotten that
I should have asked for the permission of trash like you. I thought
you dirty rat had learned your lesson did you forget your pitiful
situation? You ass, you should know that you couldn't defy
us. So far, you have wasted enough of our time. Therefore, you'd
better write down what we dictate to you. You have no option.
There were big shots that did it, and you are nobody to wiggle
out of it. We have other business to attend to, so you'd
better write it."
I realized that they had entrapped me badly and
that I had entangled myself in a web of difficulties, from which
release was a formidable
task. I should have expected that when I wrote the first letter,
they would ask for more. Brother Jalal, then stared dictating
the second letter to me, "I, Hassan Khalaj, the
son of Moharam Ali, born in Qazvin, entered the Reception unit
of the Liberation Army on Army on 23 September 1993."
I turned to brother Jalal and said, "But
this is July 1993, and I entered the Reception in April! Why
do you want
me to write I was recruited in September?"
He became
furious and yelled at me, saying, "It's none
of your business. And I wonder if you will finish the letter
by yourself or if you want me to make you finish it?" I knew that I had no other option but
to bow to their demands. I had hardly finished that letter when
Jalal insisted that I write one last letter: "I, Hassan
Khalaj, a former member of the unpopular IRGC, escaped my dark and
bleak past and joined the Liberation Army, after
the Organization leadership, and in particular, sister Maryam
extended their rays of love and affection to me. I hope that
the Organization leadership and sister Maryam will pardon me."
It seemed that finally it was over after writing
all those nonsensical and stupid letters. At least I could be
happy that I got rid
of brother Jalal, or rather, the security unit of the Organization.
My mental condition was deteriorating day after
day. On the one hand, I was obsessed with how I could inform
brother Massoud
of the security unit which was growing in the Organization
like a cancerous tumour. On the other hand, I was uncertain about
my future, and didn't know what would happen to me.
Two weeks late, I was told that I should plan
for an operation within Iran. I was ordered to prepare the plan
in a week's
time. I asked sister Pari, who briefed me on my mission, if was
supposed to go to Iran for the operation. She responded that
nothing was clear, but insisted that I had to prepare the plan. "Most
probably we will send you to Iran", she said.
I
prepared a plan to explode the radio transmission station and
a static interference installation. I sent the plan to sister
Pari. After sometime she summoned me and said, "your
plan was okay, but we expected more. We want you to go to your
own town, Qazvin, and blow up a restaurant there. It belongs
to a renegade member, O.S. It's not all we want
you to do. There's a store that you must set on fire."
I told
her, "But
they know me there. They know who I am and as soon as I step
into the town, they will apprehend
me."
She answered calmly, "Come
off it. Nothing will happen to you. The security service in
Iran is not as strong
and effective as you think. You'll face no peril. Now go
and think over your mission.
After tow months of detention at Az-hadi base,
they decided to send me to the Reception unit, which was located
at Khales region
within the Ashraf base, east of Eskan. A tall wall enclosed
the area, which was as long as one kilometre. They told us that
a
newly built base, Hanif, had been erected in the area.>>> To
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