Persian Voices: Famine
The world war was just over [fall 1918] when in the midst of one terrible dark night three terrifying horseman each wielding a sword and a whip silently passed through the city limits and entered the city. One rider was named, ‘famine,’ another was named ‘Spanish flu,’ and the last was named, ‘cholera.’ The poorer classes, old and young, succumbed and fell like autumn leaves in front of the assault by these pitiless riders. As no food was to be found, people were forced to eat whatever that could be chewed — objects or animals. Soon not a single cat or dog or cow was to be seen. Even mice and rats were exterminated. Leaves, grass, and plant roots were traded like bread and meat. At every corner and spot unclaimed dead bodies were scattered. After a while the people began to eat the flesh of the human dead. Periodically the bodies were stacked and loaded onto carts and taken outside of the city where they were dumped into ditches and covered with soil. The bazaars and the stores were empty and closed no doctors, nurses, or medication could be found.
—“Mohammad Ali Jamalzadeh”
Mohammad Gholi Majd, Majd. “Famine IN Isfahan And Fars.” The Great Famine & Genocide in Iran 1917-1919. Second Edition. UPA, July 19,2013. Page.61. Print.