Iran: Legends of liberation will never be forgotten.

By Nasrin Yonesi

Have you ever been able to count 120.000 or even 1000 stars? You’re, certainly, surprised. I wish, someday, somewhere I can room that big number so that I can feel and understand it. Can you believe that there is a state or a system in this world that has already executed 120.000 of its citizens, who were all educated, doctors, and students? That it even included youth, teenagers, and pregnant women. Wounded are killed under torture, on the gallows or before the firing squad.

Although I cannot remember all their names ,or recite their memories  but there is one name each time I look to the sky I see it in the light of a big bright star  I see that name in the brightness of big star next to the ursa major. It reminds me of the memories I had with my dear martyred friend , Farzaneh Khazaii, when I was a teenager.

I like to write about her that when she was only 18 Khomeini’s death men sent her before the firing squad. From the very first day that I was arrested and imprisoned, for opposing Mullahs dictatorship, I desired to see her. I soon realized she had been sentenced to death. They had imparted her of the verdict. To intensify her torture they had put her in an empty hot container. They had also arranged a few mock executions for her. I prayed if only I could see her just one more time to hug her and talk to her about the good old days at school when we buoyantly laughed together. I needed to thank her for showing me how I could choose the path of liberating my country.

The last time I saw her was the scene I saw on the local TV in the eastern city of Kermanshah when she was being questioned by a criminal mullah. When was asked why she was against the “Islamic Republic” she bravely said, “We fought and kicked the Shah out hoping to put an end to people’s sufferings, and that people could live freely with no discriminations. Nevertheless I see nothing has changed. People’ poverty and misery are augmented. More and more restrictions are introduced every day.” She then concluded, “I revolt as long as freedom is breached”. Her bravery, in that tribunal, became a story related by her fellow citizens. She was, indeed, a glorious, beautiful, respiring example for me to follow for to save my country.

The regret that I could not see her has remained in my heart. One night, in prison, the noise made by guards arming their weapons and yelling like beasts woke me up. I was really anxious as what was happening. Soon I realized they were taking some prisoners for execution. My dear Farzaneh was among them. She and some others were put to death on that night.  The place where they took them was so close that we could hear gunshots inside our cells. After long sessions of physical and mental torture, and the most hideous kind of it which was rape upon a decree by blood thirsty Khomeini, Farzaneh, finally, joined the stream of 120 thousands martyrs. Each time I look at her star in the sky she seems to have   the usual smile on her face that shines the valor passion of hope to my heart. The more the brighter the sky of the stars of the path of liberation of my country, Iran, the more world gets to know the shame and disrepute of the Iranian regime Mullahs. That Iran is a large prison whose youth are hung on its every quarter.

  Every moment of Khamenei’s life resumption depends on massacre of people in different ways. If one day rape and torture was committed behind the closed prison doors, now the world beholds the gory of Khamenei’s regime in violation of the most basic human rights.

I’m still thinking if there is a show case that can display some of the 120.000 martyrs who laid their lives for the liberation of Iran, and if we can touch its appalling dimensions, and whether we can appreciate the extents of such carnage.  I still believe that for the great enemy of humanity and freedom we need to join, hand in hand, and advance a global combat. Perhaps there is no place or show room   that can portray this large amount, but we can develop it in our imagination to make us understand the huge catastrophe that has now afflicted the man. Human rights are being trampled by the Mullahs. Let’s clean the world of its biggest violator of human rights.

Author’s profile:

I was at Dizel Abad prison – Kermanshah- from September 1981 to December 1981. I was arrested when regime’s guards attacked our gathering house. I was arrested after being shot in the right leg. I was 5 months pregnant at that time. While in prison, I witnessed the torture and harassment of my friends