Photo: A.G. Ziaee None of my war memories are as sharp as the day Khorramshahr was released ... it was the first time I saw my mother celebrate some deed accomplished by the IRI regime. She, who had lost every thing because of the Islamic Revolution, bought a box of sweets, put her scarf on in her clumsy way, took our hands and brought us to the street. A nation was celebrating; and we, the anti-revolutionary Taghooty) were united with the revolutionary mostaz'af. It was then that I realized th
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