Before going to Parliament, I visited the house that had been designated for us in our neighborhood. It was not impressive. They say it is more suitable from a security standpoint.
Before going to Parliament, I visited the house that had been designated for us in our neighborhood. It was not impressive. They say it is more suitable from a security standpoint.
At ten in the morning, I arrived at Parliament. Two people from Talesh had come with a petition and were complaining about pressure from the Revolutionary Guards regarding disarmament.
Mr. Khanian came, and we discussed resolving the issue of our own house—which we bought from him and which is jointly owned, but has not yet been legally separated and for which no deed has been issued. It is dilapidated, and we cannot rebuild it. We bought it eight years ago, and it still has not been legally divided. Mr. Abu Sharif came and complained that he had been dismissed and that his friends were being expelled from the Revolutionary Guards. He cried. I was moved and promised to help.
Two police officers came; they have been assigned as my escorts. They introduced themselves. Today, one of them moved ahead of us in the street for the first time. It is not ideal; it draws attention in the streets.
In the afternoon, a meeting of the Central Council of the Islamic Republican Party was held in my office. After much discussion, they agreed on Mr. Bahonar as prime minister, and a number of names for the new ministers were given to him.
We were guests for iftar at my brother Mohammad’s house.
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