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JINA MAHSA AMINI
The face of Iran's protests. Her life, her dreams
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In memory of Jina 'Mahsa' Amini, the cornerstone of the 'Zan.
Zendegi. Azadi revolution.
16 February 2023 | By Gino d'Artali
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2-weekly opinion by Gino d'Artali: |
When one hurts or kills a women
one hurts or kills hummanity and is an antrocitie.
Gino d'Artali
and: My mother (1931-1997) always said to me <Mi
figlio, non esistono notizie <vecchie> perche puoi imparare qualcosa da
qualsiasi notizia.> Translated: <My son, there is no such thing as so
called 'old' news because you can learn something from any news.>
Gianna d'Artali.
Shamsi Barari's Story of resistance
NCRI - Womens committee - Aug. 28, 2022 - in Heroines in Chain
<<The ones I knew – Shamsi Barari, a hero in prison
Her name was Shamsi Barari, and she had a sweet Turkish accent. She was
from Zanjan, a city in northwest Iran. I saw her in the summer of 1982
when I entered the prison. She was walking slowly. She glanced at me
with her beautiful, round, black eyes. It was like I had known her for
years. She was a simple and kindhearted woman. She told me she had two
children, a girl and a boy who were now left to live on their own. She
told me it was almost a year she had been arrested for aiding the
People's Mojahedin Organization of Iran (PMOI). Her husband, two sisters
and one brother had also been arrested for the same reason. The whole
time I was with her, she was worried about her children. Well, nobody
could blame her because they were like strangers in Mashhad, where their
mother was captive. She said, 'put yourself in my place. A 13- and
14-year-old girl and boy alone in this city where there is no security.'
She could not sleep and had no appetite, so she paced all the time. I
would tell her funny jokes to try change her mood. She waited for
visiting days the entire week so she could see her children. They would
come in a hurry every visit, and she was eager and worried at the same
time. Some weeks they were not able to make it. Shamsi would tell them,
'It is alright, do not take it hard on yourselves. You have to travel
far to get here, and the streets are crowded.'
What should not have happened, happened
It was mid-summer, and it was very hot. The pressures in prison were
more intense than ever. One morning at visiting time, I saw Shamsi. She
seemed frustrated as she wandered about. I asked her, 'what is wrong?'
And told her not to worry, <your children are going to come, and if they
do not, you need not worry; they are at home. You suffer enough in
prison, do not upset yourself more.> She said, 'I had a bad dream last
night, and I am worried.' I said, 'you are always worried, and this is
nothing new.' I laughed along with her to ease her distress. Group by
group, the prisoners were sent to visit their families. Some prisoners
did not have any visitors at all. Others would have occasional visitors
coming from other cities. Some families did not know where their
children were. However, time passed, and no one came to visit Shamsi
that day. Around noon, the prison officials called her name. She went to
the security office. We were all terrified about what could have
happened. They told her to get ready, that she would be released for a
few hours. I could not understand why her face was so pale when she
returned. She would not stop shaking. An officer brought her to pack her
things. We were all worried and awaiting the news. Suddenly, I saw one
of Shamsi’s sisters approaching. She was sobbing and hitting her head.
We gathered around her and asked her why she was crying but she could
not say a word. We calmed her down. Then she told us that that morning
when Shamsi's children were on their way to visit, her son Gholamreza
was hit by a truck while crossing the street and died at the scene. Now
Shamsi and her husband were taken by the official to bury him. They do
not have any other family members to come help them. We were all left in
shock. Could this be possible? How could it be? I looked up to the sky
and asked, 'God, I know there must be a reason, but why?' We were all so
upset that we did not know how to comfort Shamsi when she came.
Sometimes the pain is so heavy that you cannot describe it. You cannot
yell out, and you cannot remain silent! Those few hours seemed like days
and weeks. I was thinking of Shamsi and how she was doing now. Who is
comforting her? And in this faraway city, who is with her at the burial?
She returned after 6 hours. She had aged several years in those few
hours. You could not recognize her, and she kept crying. She said with
her sweet Turkish accent that her husband had kissed Gholamreza and put
him in the grave with his own hands. She pleaded for God to be their
witness. Everyone cried after hearing what had happened. We would
usually cry under our blanket at night but this time our tears kept
flowing. The female prison guard in our ward shouted, 'Why have you
started mourning? What is going on?’ The prisoners replied, 'A
14-year-old boy was hit and killed by a truck!' The non-political female
prisoners in the next ward also showed sympathy and rebuked the female
guard. We all gathered and organized a small funeral for Shamsi's son
with the least available facilities.
Shamsi Barari, amongst martyrs of the 1988 massacre
Days passed till our ward was separated and I lost contact with Shamsi.
A prisoner told me that Shamsi had been temporary released after 2 years
imprisonment. Long after, I heard that Shamsi had been arrested again in
1986 for assisting the PMOI, and she was held in Mashhad's prison until
July 1988. In mid-August, Shamsi and several other prisoners were
summoned in the middle of the night. Former prisoners told me she had
severe headaches and had taken medicine to help her sleep that night.
But the prison guards dragged her brutally. She yelled and screamed at
them to at least let her take her things and medicines, but the guards
ignored her. They told her, 'There is no need!' They took her away, and
we later found out that she was executed that very night along with her
husband, Mustafa Mir-mohammadi, and her brother, Rasoul Barari. Shamsi
was in her mid-50's at the time of her execution, and her husband
Mustafa was 60 years old. I have never been able to accept her not being
alive - I feel she is always present with me.>>
Source:
https://women.ncr-iran.org/2022/08/28/shamsi-barari/
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