My life story, Part 28 Many people have memories that they may never forget all their lives. I had such a memory which remembering it causes me a lot of pain. Many years ago, at the beginnings of the war, one of my friends came to Tehran to visit us. She also wanted to go to finance division of oil company. Her father was retired from oil company and hadn’t received any of his retirement salary for a year. My brother was chief finance officer of oil pipelines and I asked him to do a favor for my friend which he knew completely and follow-up her father’s retirement salary. He said, “come to my office in the oil company headquarters tomorrow morning”. The next morning, we went there and after our work was done there, we decided to go to Tehran university to buy some pharmacy books that she needed. When we arrived there we felt an unusual situation and an oppressive atmosphere which the militia had made. We tried to pass through there as fast as possible. Soon, we felt somebody is following us. We tried to be calm and didn’t pay any attention to them. They were chasing us everywhere, even when we were at the bookstores. Suddenly to women from militia captured us and pushed us towards the university were they had held tents at the entrance. They harassed us by touching our bodies and cursing us and calling us names. We were very scared and we didn’t know why they are treating us this way. Then they separated us and started questioning each of us separately in a different tent. Finally, They found that we were honest and had nothing to do with the protests that were going on that day at the university and we were there just to buy some books. What we didn’t know was that day was December 7th which was the anniversary of students’ movement and every year college students held a protest in Tehran university that day. Because we were wearing simple blues and jeans and Adidas shoes, they thought we were from opposition.