My first interrogations – The Smell
Since I arrived, I was blind folded and hand cuffed with a rope. They welcomed me by punches and punts.
I suddenly felt something tearing the air above me on to my back and I suddenly become hot and was burning. It was as if a flood of volcano larva was poured on my back. I was burning and could not breathe.
It was the first time my skin and flesh encountered lashes.
It only took seconds to decide that “No doubt I can bear it till the end”.
One, two, three… ten…twenty…I just lost count and lost track of time and next I was unconscious.
I could not lie down on my back for sometime…
My only crime was to resist illegal arrest because as they had said “they were suspicious of me” and really had nothing against me at the time.
During those days, arbitrary arrests were so customary and numerous that they did not even spend time to clarify the “reasons for arrest”, let alone “charges” concerning the accused.
Those arrested met two destinies: One group were those who were strictly accused on the spot or soon after arrest by their abductors of being members or supporters of Mojahedin Organization of Iran, and the second group were those who were only suspicious and had to be clarified.
The first were tortured and lead to execution squads …and he second group were sent to other prisons for being examined (interrogated and charged in due time- which meant years).
I was transferred to Afsaran club Prison after about a week. I remember this coincided with the start of scholastic year of schools in Iranian known as 1st of May *(Avale mehr).
We witnessed groups of 14to15 year old teenagers being arrested and hassled into prison cells and corridors of the prison. Many of them were not even political, some were merely friends with Mojahedin Scouts, but still were rounded up and brought to these dungeons.
When talking – in certain circumstances with them, it was obvious that the mullahs were fixed to eradicate all contacts of the Mojahedin with the society and wipe their effects off. There were hardly any obvious charges against these teenagers and some very trivial ie; having Mojahedin newspaper when arrested or , having been seen with Mojahedin country scout member (called Militia at the time) or member of family being sympathizer of PMO.
Prison cells were abundantly full, some that were only 3 to 4 meters roomed 25 prisoners. In that small club, I had estimated to be about 150 prisoners fitted in a couple of rooms.
I remember Ahmad Gorgani, notorious torturer in the Afsaran Prison in Rasht , who was famous for being viciously brutal, used to howl excruciatingly “ don’t forget to tell in the future Popular Courts that Gorgani was the butcher here. But now that power is in our hands, we’ll do with you exactly as we please”
A “Prisoner” in mullahs prison is practically a “Captive” . “Captive.” Not as recognized under internationally defined ‘Captive’ whose right is well acknowledges by International covenants and TREATIES.
“Captive” Under definition of the mullahs is no more than a total ‘piece of nothing which is worth nothing and which is to be owned, used and deposed of as wished by its captor”.
In mullahs prisons, the objective of “torture “ is not only to get forced confessions of a single captive and rain his intelligence and knowledge of his co –workers, but to deform him/her of humanity. The extend of which one feels the emptiness and ‘Nothingness’ filling in his soul is the challenge one has to confront every minute in solitude.
The frontiers of veracity have been trespassed by mullahs’ tortures and butchers in the prison.
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