on the eve of her 14th Sentenced to 1 year in prison, Mariam Akbari advises detained protesters and their families
Thirteen years have passed since the arrest and imprisonment of rebellious political prisoner Mariam Akbari Monfared. She was taken to Evin Prison “to give some explanation” at midnight on December 29, 2009, unable to say her goodbyes to her daughters. But she never returned to her home.
Political resistance prisoner Mariam Akbari Monfared has spent the last 13 years in prison without a day off.
In a letter she sent at the beginning of her fourteenthth Years spent in exile and imprisoned in the Central Prison of Semnan, resistance political prisoner Mariam Akbari Monfared wrote: It’s a true story that only 1 of 85 million people suffer from. “
Mariam Akbari Monfared, a political resistance prisoner, is the sister of four martyrs of the People’s Mojahideen of Iran. She was sentenced to 15 years in prison for waging war on the Mohalebe, or God, for seeking justice for them.
In this letter, she recounts her experience of resistance in prison while advising courageous detained protesters and their families to fight their interrogators by strengthening their faith in the cause of freedom. .
Below is a portion of a letter written by a resisting political prisoner, Mariam Akbari Monfared.
13 years is a breathtaking battle that goes by in seconds. Counting 13 years a day (that is, 4,745 days) is tiring, and it is even more tiring to spend 4,745 days one by one in an unequal battle. It’s not a 4,000 page story. It’s the bare reality of life that some fascists imposed on us because we didn’t want to surrender.
I wanted to be with my children, but who didn’t? I have said this in every formal and informal interrogation and I am happy to repeat it!
After 13 years of being away from my children, 13 years of seeing crime with my own eyes has strengthened my resolve.
This is a silent documentary about the oppression of women who can’t bear to hear one of them, let alone live with hundreds of tortured symbols and feel their pain in their skin and flesh.
Over the course of thirteen years, I have met dozens of children the same age as my daughters and hundreds of teenagers and young people, touched them and talked to them.
If you ask me, how did I survive in the darkness of torture and the fatigue of time?
In hands-free solitude, this warm, rebellious flame is what the Inquisitor seeks to steal from the prisoner from the first moment of his arrest, so that her existence freezes and yields to the yoke. do.
But I kept it burning and piercing my heart for all thirteen years with holy wrath for the torture I witnessed! Resistance is our heart, so I laughed and made others laugh so that I could stand firm.
Faith in what caused my brothers and sisters to die. Faith in the road I set foot on and the clenched fists and firm steps of the young people who are now risking their lives and lives in protest against the dictatorship in the streets.
Yes, faith in the innocence and oppression of my brothers and sisters I never thought dead. They are the most vivid to me. They grabbed my hand at every moment of my prison time. And now I find them in the streets of Iran.
I saw Alireza (executed in 1980) in the young man’s fist in Naziabad.
Roghiyeh (executed at Evin Prison in the summer of 1988) stood up to repressive guards. I heard Abdul Reza (executed in Gohardasht in the summer of 1988) at a time when young people of his age were constantly crying out for freedom.
Among the youths killed by torture, I found Golamreza (who died under torture in Evin Prison in 1985).
Yes, they wanted to bury them and remain anonymous, but now we see how brave generations continue on the path of the same youths who did not surrender to Khomeini.
With every protest and every news of rebellion, this flame of rebellious faith sparks in my heart, but I believe that breaking through these iron doors is my only hope of salvation. I am among women.
To my fearless daughters and sons on the street, I aspire to be with them all the time. If you are arrested, do not trust your interrogator. They are not like us! An enemy is always an enemy!
Raise your faith in your cause as much as possible. This faith is the only thing that can help you in the loneliness of your cell.
I tell prisoners’ families to ignore promises, fears and threats. The only way to save children’s lives is to get people to scream and repeat their names. No interrogator cares about your interests. don’t be silent Just shout!
To the grieving families, to all the mothers who have sacrificed loved ones, to all the brothers and sisters who have lost a brother or sister, I bow to their martyrs and share in their grief. I vow to reach out to them and stand by them more firmly than ever in their quest for justice.
It talks about 13 years of non-stop struggle, but in a nutshell, “Someday, like the sun, we will sing a song of victory from the top of the mountain.”
Tomorrow belongs to us.