Emam Khomeini ('ra) speaks from his residence in Neauphle-le-Château
On this day in 1978, Ruhollah Moosavi Khomeini ('ra) arrived in Paris, France. From 8 October 1978, he continued his exile from Neauphle-le-Château, on the outskirts of Paris, and he remained here until his return to Iran, which would be on 1 February 1979.
His journey to France was realized when Shah haramzade decided to seek the deportation of Emam Khomeini from Iraq, the agreement of the Iraqi government was obtained at a meeting between the Iraqi and Iranian foreign ministers in New York, and on September 24, 1978, Emam Khomeini's house in Najaf was surrounded by Saddam's troops. He was informed that his continued residence in Iraq was contingent on his abandoning political activity. Regardless of his acceptance or not, he was made to leave. On October 3, he left Iraq for Kuwait, but was refused entry at the border. After a period of hesitation in which Algeria, Lebanon and Syria were considered as possible destinations, Emam Khomeini embarked for Paris. Once he arrived in Paris, he took up residence in the said neighborhood which had been rented for him by Iranian exiles in France. From now on the journalists from across the world now made their way to France, and the image and the words of Emam Khomeini soon became a daily feature in the world's media.
In commemoration of this, the renamed Neauphle-le-Château street in Tehran serves as the location of the French embassy.
The place where he had lived, between the turning of Chevreuse Road and the Jardins Path was blockaded off soon after his departure from France. It no longer exists, long having been destroyed.Salam va dorud bar Ruh-e Khoda
"My Lord, grant me success in struggling during failure, in having patience in disappointment, in going alone, in Jihad without weapons, in working without pay, in making sacrifice in silence, in having religious belief in the world, in having ideology without popular traditions, in having faith without pretensions, non-conformity without immaturity, beauty without physical appearance, loneliness in the crowd, and loving without the beloved knowing about it. My Lord, You teach me how to live; I shall learn how to die."
- Ali Shariati