Assassination of Sunlight

By Rahim Makhdoomi

It was around noon on January 10, 2013, when a horrible news circulated all over Iran: an Iranian university professor was assassinated in one of the streets of Tehran! Then, the detailed account of the news was released: "Mustafa Ahmadi Roshan, graduated in Chemistry Engineering from Sharif University of Technology (Iran's best University of Technology), the Commercial Deputy of Natanz nuclear site, and one of the most prominent individuals in Iran's nuclear industry, was martyred in a bombing attack carried out by a motorcyclist." This method of assassination was similar to the assassination of two other physics professors who had been martyred in the past three years. After those professors and Dariush Rezaeinezhad, who was assassinated with a gunshot, Ahmadi Roshan was the fourth martyr of science in Iran. He was assassinated by Israeli Mossad as the enemy does not want to see an Islamic country getting to the summit of advanced technology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781794828766

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In the name of the Generous Answerer, Who puts you to the test,

Day and night

AssAssinAtion

of the sunlight

The Young Scientist, Martyr Mustafa Ahmadi Roshan

In the Memory of His Mother and Others

By Rahim Makhdoomi

icdi

Assassination of the Sunlight

This is a work of nonfiction. Names, charac- ters, places, and incidents are based upon a true story and were obtained by a face-to-face interview. In this book no pseudonyms have been used.

Author: Rahim Makhdoomi © 1999 Published by arrangement with the translator All rights reserved.

Copyright © 2019 by Shahrgan Publication Translation © 2019 by Muhammad Moniri

Editing © 2019 by Farhad Mokhlesi

This book may not be reproduced in whole or part, by mimeograph or any other means, without permission. Making or distributing electronic copies of this book constitutes copyright infringement and could subject the infringer to criminal and civil liability.

For information contact: Islamic Civilization Discourse Institute,

Translation Group

13 Rasht Street, Hafez Street, Tehran, I.R.Iran. ICDI Publishing House website address is http://www.icdi.ir

Cover design by Mohammad Hasan Moradof

ISBN: 978-600-96322-6-8

Electronic edition: October 2019

Originally published by Ravayat-e Fath © 2003

ISBN-13: 978-0-964-90935-2-9

Keeping the memory of a martyr is no less than martyrdom and you dear ones, fulfilled that duty.

Martyr Ahmadi Roshan’s Wife

Dedicated to:

Sediqeh Salarian; Mustafa’s Mother.

She who in her son’s funeral humiliated the enemy as

such,

I wanted this Mustafa, not a coward Mustafa! I will raise his son, Alireza, like Mustafa

Mustafa’s mother heroically revived the name of Om-e-Vahab in 21st century.

C      O      N      T      E      N      T      S

Indication      9

The Bitterness of My Sweet Childhood      15

I, Mustafa’s Mother      25

Two Shadows      43

The Taste of Ziarat-e-Ashoora      47

Trial of Honor      51

Driver’s Assistant      57

The Provincial Boy      61

The Sanctions Get Severe,

and Mustafa Gets Tougher      69

My Trench-mate      75

Nuclear Ambush Trench      93

I Wanted Mustafa a Man      105

The Day Women Went to War      119

The Perfect Gem      127

The Goldsmith Knows

the Value of Gold      137

The Condolence Message of the Leader      145

Leader’s Speech in Meeting with Family

of Shahid Mustafa Ahmadi Roshan      149

The Reaction of Hezbollah of Lebanon      155

Indication

Who is Mustafa?

The Enemy does not hunt for easy prey. Since it is very hard to hunt in the Islamic Republic and the cost is too grave. The Enemy hires the most reliable terrorists with the most calculated tricks, and appoints its best agents to train them. Then hires several spies for many months 24/7 to record the traffic schemes, living area plan, calls, meetings, etc…

They employ graphic artists and replica mak- ers to simulate the terror location. After, thor- ough training they repeat the experimental ter- ror operation many times, so the terrorists’ mind internalizes the operation.

Each terror that takes place has a vast world- wide reflection. The enemy’s reputation of de- mocracy, and their mask of humanity, suffers

greatly. Thus clearly, undergoing a terrorist operation, such as Mustafa’s assassination, is of great significance to the enemy that they take such a dangerous and costly risk!

Who was Mustafa that terrible enemies, like Israel, were so frightened of and spent so much on him?!

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Mustafa is one of the world’s most loved martyrs. All martyrs are loved because of the scent of martyrdom, yet some of them have their own unique aroma.

Chamran, Bagheri, Hemmat, Bakeree, Avi- ni…and Mustafa Ahmadi Roshan! Each of whom on their own have attracted numerous roaming hearts.

What is the mystery of the love for martyrs?

How come that the feeling overtakes a human being while watching the funeral of a dead body, is so different from the feeling that overwhelms her while she is watching the funeral of a martyr?

What is the force that attracts the pilgrims of the unknown martyrs to their tomb, and away from the grave of the common dead ones?

The secret to this love and attraction is the

Hand of God; just as the greatness is in His Hand

of might. Fa Allaho Ez’za Jami’an.¹

Although the philosophy of the martyrs’ greatness is beyond my perception and under- standing, the sentiments and feelings are not lost on me (and the people like me).

The fact that we love the martyrs is neither pretentious nor fantasy; in the same way that neutrality of some people, and the hatred of some others towards them, is neither pretension nor fantasy.

Therefore, I am grateful and thankful to  God for the gift that I am not among the people whose feelings cannot differentiate between the martyr and the dead, or their feelings get upset by martyrdom.

Mustafa’s youth, his luminous, calm, pleas- ant, lovable aspects, his knowledge, the inno- cence of his little four years old child, and the courage, insight, and resistance of his parents and wife, and most of all his martyrdom by the hands of the most savage regime of our time, the zionist regime of Israel, are all involved in pop- ularity. As the saying goes: it is for all of them and none of them.

In this book, which is the words of his mother

1. All greatness is for God.

and others about Mustafa, you may find codes that reveal small fragments of this sealed secret. Maybe they are the key to ‘the brave death’. Al- lah-o a’lam¹.

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What you will read in the following pages  is the outcome of interviews with the family, friends, and specifically Mustafa’s mother that was started a few days after his martyrdom and was done within two months.

The first version of the book was presented in the 25th Tehran International Book Fair, and it became Shahed publication’s best-seller.

In the second version some editions, omis-

sions and additions were applied to the book.

Finally, I want to thank the following names, every one of whom helped me in one way or the other:

Mohammad Reza Goudarzi, Naser Qasemi, Ja’far Kazemi, Hadee Mansouree, Amir Hossein Makhdoumi, Hamed Sohrabi, Elham Farokhi, and Ameneh Farokhi.

Rahim Makhdoumi.

March, 2012.

1. God is omniscient (the most knowledgeable)

The Bitterness of My Sweet Childhood

Our house had a small garden with grape- vine and fig trees. Just like the neighboring houses; six houses in a row, all alike.

The grapevine trellises of all houses were connected. One could pass along all six houses on them.

My friends and I were so playful. Whenev- er we wanted to go to each others’ houses, we would climb up the fig tree, go on the trellises, and then into the target house.

There was a duplex room next to our garden. Once, I fell down the roof of the second story be- cause of the same playfulness. I was shocked; I couldn’t even make a sound. It took me a while

to talk again. Out of anger and compassion, my mother would tell me, Oh child what am I sup- posed to do with you?

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I was born on the Mab’ath¹ Eid of 1962. I was 49 when my 32 year-old Mustafa was martyred. He was my only son. My parents were cousins; Muhammad and Khadijeh. Both were grandson and granddaughter of Ayatollah Sayyid Mehdi Mahdavi Ardakanee.

Our family is originally from Yazd². In June 1970, when mom was 29 and dad was 35, some- thing terrible happened. Dad had a car accident and passed away. My mom was widowed in here youth, with four little children.

We learned the bitter taste of being orphan amid our sweet childhood. We were three sis- ters, and one brother. Dadash³ Hossein who was 11 was the senior child. I was seven or eight. Abji⁴ Fatemeh was