Dr. Abdul Saeed Nasralahi, one of the best doctors and people friend, was born in 1311 in one of the noble families of Boroujerdi in the old neighborhood of Sufian in the beautiful city of Boroujerd. His father, Abdul Hamid Nasralhi, was one of the owners of the Sarehband area, and his mother, Meluk Khanum, was the daughter of Haj Amir Yarahmadi, one of the Silakhor scholars, and because of this clever doctor, he was a source of effective services during his lifetime.
But since they said that the seeker is the finder, I had the opportunity to have a conversation with the doctor’s wife, and what follows is the result of a sincere meeting that we had with Mrs. Shalote, the happy wife of Dr. Nasralhi, but before starting the conversation, it is not bad to know Dr. Nasralhi, after completing his preliminary studies, traveled to Germany to complete his studies and studied at the State University of Mainz.
After eight years, he graduated with a doctorate in medicine with a “good” average and worked in the hospital of the same city for twelve years. After eighteen years away from his homeland, he decided to return to Iran with the two specialties of “general surgery and anesthesia”, but not only…
Marriage and children
Mrs. Shalote is of German origin. He says about meeting Dr. Nasralhi: “I was studying in a high school in Germany, one day a group of foreign students, among whom there were many Iranians, came to our high school to visit the Christmas party, and I met Saeed there, who later He asked me to marry him.
My father had disappeared in the Soviet Union during the Second World War, my uncle and mother loved the doctor and had no objection to our marriage. In this way, the doctor was in our house until the end of his studies.
When the doctor decided to return, despite the negative publicity about Iran, my family agreed to let me come to Iran due to their knowledge of Saeed. At that time, we had two children, the first one was a 9-year-old girl named “Pandora” and the second one was a 4-year-old boy named “Giv”.
He is now in Germany and unfortunately he is suffering from a serious illness. Giv is also the manager of one of the economic companies in Bandar Imam. Our third child, Masoud, died at the age of two, and our fourth child, Goders, was born in 1976 in Borujerd. He was a law student at a German university for two and a half years, but he changed his major and is currently studying at a German university. He studies geriatric nursing.
Return to Iran
In 1968, when we came to Iran, we went to the house of Timsar Nasralahi (the uncle of the doctor) in Tehran, and he offered the doctor the position of head of one of the best hospitals in Tehran, but he refused and said: I am interested in serving in the city so that I can be more effective in treating the needy. . In this way, we moved from Tehran to Hamadan and stayed in this city for a year.
After Hamadan, we came to Borujerd and I blossomed again like a flower that had withered. After some time, the directorship of the newly established fifty-bed hospital was assigned to Saeed.
When he took over the hospital, it was only one building, and he developed and managed it with a German system, and he worked diligently to optimize the equipment. The hospital really became one of the new and reliable hospitals in Iran, which is still responsive to patients.
He studied cardiology for two years, but due to the lack of facilities in Borujerd, he failed to perform heart surgery. Maybe if their lives were a little longer, the heart surgery would have been done much earlier in Borujerd.
Who was Dr. Nasralhi?
We have heard many descriptions of his condition from people. I remember that in the past, reviewing the memoirs of the late Dr. Nasralahi was the narration of every assembly and gathering, and reviewing his memoirs was a culture in Borujerd. But the memories that are being narrated now are from the words of their wives, who have mentioned a few things with the author’s insistence and reluctance.
The story of Xian!?
“Even though the doctor was born in a wealthy family, he did not have his own house until his death. We either rented or lived in a building on the south side of the hospital with 50 beds. Only once did a Zian car in my name get a license that could go up to 50 km if the wind came from behind.
One day, the doctor came home and shyly told me: I have given away your car. A long time later, I found out that he had attached his own gold watch that he had brought from Germany to Xian to provide the conditions for the marriage of two hospital employees.
But on the other hand, he was very serious with the understaffed employees. I remember one night he was very restless, finally he got up in the middle of the night and went to the ward, where he saw an old man who had vomited and wet himself due to fever pressure.
While the nurses are chatting in the rest room, he locks the door on them and brings the old man home, takes him to the bathroom in the middle of the night, washes his clothes and himself, irons and covers him. , perfumed and returned to the ward.
The next day we went to the ward together, the doctor went first and brought the same old man and we went to the nurses’ rest room together, he opened the lock and scolded them all and fired everyone, which of course with the mediation of some colleagues, again They returned to their work.
The doctor was very funny and laughed more at his jokes. He never let me wash his clothes, he did all his work himself. He disliked men who consider women as their hired hands. You always wear stylish clothes, usually either one-handed black or one-handed white.
He was very obsessive in his work, many times he brought home patients who were in a sensitive situation and needed special care, including, I remember, he brought home twins who were just born and they were our guests for 4 days. The weather was cold and because they didn’t have enough clothes, I knitted them clothes that night until morning.
One of the characteristics of the doctor was that he usually did not receive visits from the sick, at one point he even left a box at the door to receive visits, and everyone put whatever they had into it, and whoever didn’t have anything, didn’t. And we discussed the quality of service with the rest of the office staff and how much was in the fund was divided equally!
I remember that at that time, Borujerd had become one of the medical centers, at night when we wanted to close the door of the office, the patients who came from other cities, even Tehran, were sleeping behind the door.
We were so busy with work that we never had time to travel, every time we decided to travel, we regretted it again and postponed it to another time, while people didn’t let us go, maybe they thought that we would never come back!?
Famous zabadar!
Many patients remember that when they took their prescription to the pharmacy, they were not charged for the medicine without knowing about the low mark of the prescription. This happened a lot to poor and rural patients.
Ms. Nasralhi also said: There came a time when we decided to do less of these things and to live our own lives a little, but with the arrival of the first poor patient, Saeed and I looked at each other and our decision changed.