Maryam Kazemzadeh was born in 1956 in city of Shiraz. She was eldest child of a loving family of culture and art.
According to Artmag, on Nowruz 1973, she became interested in photography by donating a camera to him by his brother. In 1975, after graduating, he started teaching and a year later, at urging of his family, she left for England to continue his education. At that time, meeting The Union of Islamic Associations of European and American Universities was a new chapter in her life.
In 1978, in Neauphle-le-Château, Kazemzadeh photographed meetings, journalists, and other attendees, and came to Iran two days after Imam Khomeini arrived and never returned to Britain.
The late Kazemzadeh, started working as a photographer for (Enghelab Eslami Newspaper)Islamic Revolution newspaper, in April 1979. Her first mission in Marivan and meeting martyrs Dr. Mostafa Chamran and Abu Sharif, the commander of Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, and others, and experience of being with them, greatly influenced her political and social vision.
The Late Maryam Kazemzadeh
Maryam Kazemzadeh Photo Book
Escape from war September 24, 1980
Martyr Dr. Mostafa Chamran
Escape from war September 24, 1980
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Escape from war September 24, 1980
Nurses I am glad that fate has associated me with many of the nurses who are anonymous today. I'm happy to have lived with them, and I'm proud to be with some of them today. Nurses who gave their lives and may be just one name for you; But at the heart of history, they are truly heroes.
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Sarpol-e Zahab - September 24, 1980 I was standing in front of the headquarters of the Revolutionary Guards, confused, with a camera strap around my neck and a bag of lenses in front of my feet. The forces of Arak and Hamedan had arrived in Sarpol-e Zahab by their own freight van.
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Sarpol-e Zahab - September 24, 1980 In afternoon, with sound of salawat, I went out. The same young man jumped out of the car. He shouts, this is booty !! They had gone with same group and ambushed the Iraqis. Six members of Iraqi supply group were captured, with Kalashnikovs and ammunition more valuable to them than prisoners. They sent salawat and showed their weapons. The prisoners were sent by car to the barracks.
Sarpol-e Zahab - September 24, 1980 It was a vz. 24 or a shotgun. He jumped out of the back of the van and jumped down. He was not thirty years old. He speaks loudly. I did not understand anything. I told Ali Teymouri, what does he say? He said cursing. - Cursing? To the Iraqis, to Saddam. He had black Kurdish pants and thick back hair. He was not very polite. I approached him and turned to him and asked: How are you so angry?
Sarpol-e-Zahab - Autumn 1980 Strong and durable building of Shahid Najmi clinic. The first front-line clinic
Sarpol-e Zahab It was winter 1980. The old shepherd was addicted to opium and opium was rare. Every day, he came to Sarpol-e-Zahab war clinic to inject addiction with a strong painkiller. I did not know how to inject an injection. I had to learn according to the conditions of the war. He had wrinkled skin.
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The first meeting with Martyr Dr. Chamran There was a lot of dust. The helicopter landed in the morning ceremony area. The garrison commander greeted them. Twelve Prime Ministerial Guards came with Dr. Chamran and Commander Fallahi. They wore khaki clothes without any logos and addresses and they were all young. I was standing in front of the headquarters building with Mr. Mostafavi (IRGC Commander), Mr. Golestani (IRGC Commander), Major Ayvazpour (Deputy Commander of the garrison) and Mr. Taqdarian (newspaper reporter). We could see them approaching us from a distance. As soon as he found out that we were journalists, he ordered us to stay away. I was shocked by this order. As the doctor heard, I said to the guard: If you have arrived now, we will be here for three days. These discussions are not new to us. Dr. Chamran did not say anything. No one asked us to leave.
Mrs. Dr. Keyhani
Martyr Ibrahim Hadi
The Late Marzieh Dabbagh In each meeting, we were more attracted to Tahereh's sister's character. She was a mother, she was a fighter, she was gentle, she was logical. She tried to make every action in accordance with commands of Islam. She was not physically healthy and was being treated by doctors at a London hospital. We wanted to sit around him every time he sat down and tell him about Islam and duty of a militant woman. It took us several months to realize that she had been imprisoned for a long time and under the most severe tortures of SAVAK, and that the effects of these tortures had made him very ill. When Imam Khomeini went to France, Tahereh's sister was a member of the Chamber for Cooperation with Revolutionaries and a close relative of Imam Khomeini's family in Nofel Loshato. On February 11, 1979, when Imam came to Iran, Tahereh's sister was hospitalized in France. She came to Iran less than a month after tvictory of the revolution. With her real name, Marzieh Dabbagh.
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My husband: Martyr Asghar Vesali Qaraviz, Sarpol-e Zahab, November 1980
Martyr Asghar Vesali - October 1979 Mahabad, Youth Palace, headquarters of Revolutionary Guards
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The first meeting with Martyr Dr. Chamran Dr. Chamran was of medium height. He walked calmly. He wore large framed glasses and a brown suit.
Marivan Garrison It was August 1979 and the Marivan Garrison - when the IRGC wireless asked me to take a picture of him and Dr. Chamran, Dr. Chamran put his hand behind the wireless cord and stood in front of the camera.
Marivan Garrison It was July 1979 and the Marivan Garrison was not very hot. Everyone was sitting in front of the command building on two or three wooden flats, and because there was not enough room for all of them, including soldiers, guards, air force pilots, commanders, and the prime minister's guards, there were more people standing than sitting. They were. Shiroudi asked: Can you take a photo of me and Dr. Chamran? I said clearly: No, it is not possible. Like your friends, you can stand next to Dr. Chamran to take a group photo. But Shiroudi did not go and stood next to me.
Red Handkerchief Group - Martyr Asghar Vesali
September 25, 1980 Qasrshirin-Sarpol-e-Zahab road was unsafe. I wanted to know what was ahead. I went with a check and a chin. The car stopped. There was a lot of shooting. You could not go further. The troops were on the hill and the Iraqis were behind the hill. There was no sound. I took some photos. Later, the negatives of that day were ruined during washing. Now I do not exchange what I have left with the world. You see a hill in it and a few warriors. I see rape and arrogance, fear and empty hands and the men who stood. The same soldier you see, when he turned his head, saw me and my camera, shouted: Sister, what are you doing here?
My first meeting with my husband: Martyr Asghar Vesali In the morning, I waited for them with my backpack, bag and camera. They came with Land Rover and we went to Marivan. We got to know each other better along the way.
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With the start of Iraq-Iran war in October 1980, she went to Sarpolzahab as a journalist with Asghar Vesali, whom they had just married.
After martyrdom of Asghar Vesali, in November 1980, in Sarpolzahab, which was the most tragic event of Maryam Kazemzadeh’s life, and also end of her collaboration with Jomhuri newspaper, in late 1983, she joined Zan Rooz magazine and then started working as the editor of Kayhan Newspaper.
After many years and about thirty years later, the name of Maryam Kazemzadeh as a photographer, after publication of her book by Association of Photographers of Revolution and Holy Defense, came to fore again.
Dr. Minoo Badiei Dezfuli, a veteran journalist, writes about Maryam Kazemzadeh in the introduction to her photo book: Maryam Kazemzadeh was born in this historical land and grew up in the Islamic Revolution; To remind a new face of an Iranian Muslim woman. A worthy and Muslim lady who, like millions of women in this land, completely destroyed old and distorted image of women’s backwardness.
The works of this front and war photographer are now kept in the treasury of Association of Revolutionary and Holy Defense Photographers.
The Late Maryam Kazemzadeh
Maryam Kazemzadeh Photo Book
Escape from war September 24, 1980
Martyr Dr. Mostafa Chamran
Escape from war September 24, 1980
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Escape from war September 24, 1980
Nurses I am glad that fate has associated me with many of the nurses who are anonymous today. I'm happy to have lived with them, and I'm proud to be with some of them today. Nurses who gave their lives and may be just one name for you; But at the heart of history, they are truly heroes.
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Sarpol-e Zahab - September 24, 1980 I was standing in front of the headquarters of the Revolutionary Guards, confused, with a camera strap around my neck and a bag of lenses in front of my feet. The forces of Arak and Hamedan had arrived in Sarpol-e Zahab by their own freight van.
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Sarpol-e Zahab - September 24, 1980 In afternoon, with sound of salawat, I went out. The same young man jumped out of the car. He shouts, this is booty !! They had gone with same group and ambushed the Iraqis. Six members of Iraqi supply group were captured, with Kalashnikovs and ammunition more valuable to them than prisoners. They sent salawat and showed their weapons. The prisoners were sent by car to the barracks.
Sarpol-e Zahab - September 24, 1980 It was a vz. 24 or a shotgun. He jumped out of the back of the van and jumped down. He was not thirty years old. He speaks loudly. I did not understand anything. I told Ali Teymouri, what does he say? He said cursing. - Cursing? To the Iraqis, to Saddam. He had black Kurdish pants and thick back hair. He was not very polite. I approached him and turned to him and asked: How are you so angry?
Sarpol-e-Zahab - Autumn 1980 Strong and durable building of Shahid Najmi clinic. The first front-line clinic
Sarpol-e Zahab It was winter 1980. The old shepherd was addicted to opium and opium was rare. Every day, he came to Sarpol-e-Zahab war clinic to inject addiction with a strong painkiller. I did not know how to inject an injection. I had to learn according to the conditions of the war. He had wrinkled skin.
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The first meeting with Martyr Dr. Chamran There was a lot of dust. The helicopter landed in the morning ceremony area. The garrison commander greeted them. Twelve Prime Ministerial Guards came with Dr. Chamran and Commander Fallahi. They wore khaki clothes without any logos and addresses and they were all young. I was standing in front of the headquarters building with Mr. Mostafavi (IRGC Commander), Mr. Golestani (IRGC Commander), Major Ayvazpour (Deputy Commander of the garrison) and Mr. Taqdarian (newspaper reporter). We could see them approaching us from a distance. As soon as he found out that we were journalists, he ordered us to stay away. I was shocked by this order. As the doctor heard, I said to the guard: If you have arrived now, we will be here for three days. These discussions are not new to us. Dr. Chamran did not say anything. No one asked us to leave.
Mrs. Dr. Keyhani
Martyr Ibrahim Hadi
The Late Marzieh Dabbagh In each meeting, we were more attracted to Tahereh's sister's character. She was a mother, she was a fighter, she was gentle, she was logical. She tried to make every action in accordance with commands of Islam. She was not physically healthy and was being treated by doctors at a London hospital. We wanted to sit around him every time he sat down and tell him about Islam and duty of a militant woman. It took us several months to realize that she had been imprisoned for a long time and under the most severe tortures of SAVAK, and that the effects of these tortures had made him very ill. When Imam Khomeini went to France, Tahereh's sister was a member of the Chamber for Cooperation with Revolutionaries and a close relative of Imam Khomeini's family in Nofel Loshato. On February 11, 1979, when Imam came to Iran, Tahereh's sister was hospitalized in France. She came to Iran less than a month after tvictory of the revolution. With her real name, Marzieh Dabbagh.
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My husband: Martyr Asghar Vesali Qaraviz, Sarpol-e Zahab, November 1980
Martyr Asghar Vesali - October 1979 Mahabad, Youth Palace, headquarters of Revolutionary Guards
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The first meeting with Martyr Dr. Chamran Dr. Chamran was of medium height. He walked calmly. He wore large framed glasses and a brown suit.
Marivan Garrison It was August 1979 and the Marivan Garrison - when the IRGC wireless asked me to take a picture of him and Dr. Chamran, Dr. Chamran put his hand behind the wireless cord and stood in front of the camera.
Marivan Garrison It was July 1979 and the Marivan Garrison was not very hot. Everyone was sitting in front of the command building on two or three wooden flats, and because there was not enough room for all of them, including soldiers, guards, air force pilots, commanders, and the prime minister's guards, there were more people standing than sitting. They were. Shiroudi asked: Can you take a photo of me and Dr. Chamran? I said clearly: No, it is not possible. Like your friends, you can stand next to Dr. Chamran to take a group photo. But Shiroudi did not go and stood next to me.
Red Handkerchief Group - Martyr Asghar Vesali
September 25, 1980 Qasrshirin-Sarpol-e-Zahab road was unsafe. I wanted to know what was ahead. I went with a check and a chin. The car stopped. There was a lot of shooting. You could not go further. The troops were on the hill and the Iraqis were behind the hill. There was no sound. I took some photos. Later, the negatives of that day were ruined during washing. Now I do not exchange what I have left with the world. You see a hill in it and a few warriors. I see rape and arrogance, fear and empty hands and the men who stood. The same soldier you see, when he turned his head, saw me and my camera, shouted: Sister, what are you doing here?
My first meeting with my husband: Martyr Asghar Vesali In the morning, I waited for them with my backpack, bag and camera. They came with Land Rover and we went to Marivan. We got to know each other better along the way.
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