The following was written for ASHCAM by Habib Baradaran, a former Ashraf City resident who now lives in Camp Liberty.
I still hadn’t broken my fast when I heard the news of the death of my dear friend Taghi Abbasian in Camp Liberty. I’ll never forget that day. It was 18 September 2014, a grim day if ever there was one. I rushed to the camp’s clinic, my breakfast forgotten.
Camp Liberty, in the proximity of Baghdad’s International Airport, is where 2,800-odd Iranian refugees are living under prison-like conditions imposed by Iraqi forces loyal to former Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki and the Iranian regime.
It was in the clinic’s injection room that I found him, laid on a bed and shrouded with a light-blue bed sheet. I still couldn’t believe he had passed away. Gently, I pushed aside the cover and gazed upon his face.