They beat us from noon to 10 in the evening. I’m afraid he won’t stay alive. Saying I’m terrified isn’t really enough to express what I feel. I feel something hot coming out of my body. I remain completely silent, even when they hit me I can’t even moan. I am sure that they will kill Esmail and that this darkness will never end (Esmail Bakhshi a trade unionist at the Haft Tappeh refinery, imprisoned and tortured for his role in the 2018 mobilization, ed) .
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We travel on a road that seems to be uphill, after a while the car stops. From the voices around me I understand that they have thrown Esmail to the ground and are dragging him away. dead? Am I dead? Suddenly they hang up on my side and hit me again. I get out of the car. They accuse me: You have soiled the car with your blood. Then, pulling a piece of cardboard that they put in my hand, they direct me somewhere else. I’m blindfolded and can’t see where I’m going. I only know that they lead me down a slope to a room. I’m trembling, and I beg them to let me see a female guard, but in response they yell at me: A woman, and why? In here you die.
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I am surrounded only by male voices, and this makes me tremble even more. They take me somewhere, I don’t know where. They give me a change of clothes. Go inside and change your clothes. an old dirty dark blue uniform, so big that I have to hold my pants up with my hand. My very intense blood loss. since this morning they have been insulting me. I’m afraid to ask for sanitary pads. I’m afraid of being insulted and beaten again. The guard pushes me forward holding the piece of cardboard, which they call the stick. The stick scares me, I don’t know why. They push me into a corner. Stay here a few minutes until your cell is ready. Meanwhile, don’t talk to the other women in the cells!
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My God! So will he eventually see another woman? I enter the cell. My body covered in bruises. I struggle, the cell door closes behind me.
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I lift my blindfold and see a woman in the same uniform, veil and blindfold lifted from her eyes. A blanket covers her lower body. After ten hours of torture and terror, as soon as I see her I feel like everything has passed. I hug her and, without asking questions, we sobbed in each other’s arms. He asks my name. Goli … No, Sepideh I answer. We still cry.
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They killed Esmail I mean. Instead of asking who Esmail, he strokes my head and says: They are killing my whole family. I ask her name. He replies: My name is Makieh… Makieh Nisi. I’ve been here for twenty-one days. Makieh realizes that my head and neck hurt. He massages my neck and asks: Why are you here?
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Because I was at the union protest. Why are you here?
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Aren’t you scared if I tell you?
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They accuse us of being members of ISIS. Aren’t you scared?
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Why should I be scared? Today I saw it, ISIS. They are ISIS, not you. Suddenly a jailer opens the door. (…) He takes me to the next cell. Before locking me inside, he tells me: Tomorrow I will inform your interrogator that the ISIS people have seduced you.
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