
Friday, October 30th, 2009
Hamed Rouhinejad is a young prisoner who has multiple sclerosis. He was arrested on bogus charges by agents from the Intelligence Ministry,
40 days before the election.
Following the post-election mass protests, partly because of false promises and partly under threat, Rouhinejad ended up playing a role in the show trials, a role that resulted in a death sentence for him.
The following is the second letter Rouhinejad has written from Evin, where he is detained. In this letter which is addressed to one of his cellmates, he explains his painful ordeal. HRA has previously published Rouhinejad’s first letter.
To my cellmate, on my birthday (Aban 8th, October 30th) which this year coincided with Imam Reza’s birthday,
It was the 40th day of my detention within the horrifying walls of the solitary cell when the guard came looking for me. I was listening to his footsteps approaching. My heart was beating fast. The thought of having to face the threats and promises of my interrogator, who would make me rehearse the scenario, gave me shivers and fear. Then the sound of footsteps stopped, and the door opened. I was told by the guard to put on my blindfold and follow him.
Hurriedly, I put on the blindfold and, with thousands of thoughts in mind, started to follow the guard. Even though my eyes were covered I could feel that he was taking me on a new route. Suddenly he ordered me to stop and face the wall. After a few minutes, as I was standing still and quietly facing the wall, I heard the voice of the interrogator who called me in. I had no idea what to expect. He took a telephone card out of his pocket and asked for my family’s phone number. He then dialed the number and gave the phone to me. I heard my sister’s voice and I could only say hello before I burst out crying. I let the phone go and sat on the floor with my hands on my head. I stood back up when the interrogator yelled that the phone was about to get disconnected. I spoke to my sister as I was sobbing. It was not a conversation; we were both crying. Then I talked to my mother. The tone of her voice told me the whole story. I wish those who inflict so much pain on people knew something about humanity. My mother’s tearful voice and her sobbing will whisper in my ears for the rest of my life.
I was told to end the call fast. Unwillingly and because I was told to, I disconnected the phone and went back to the dungeon. A few minutes after arrival to my solitary cell, the guard came back and told me to pack my belongings because he was taking me to another cell. I did not know what was going to happen to me or where he was taking me to. I packed my belongings and put on my blindfold and started to follow him again. He stopped in front of a cell, opened the cell door and ordered me to step inside. I could feel the presence of one human being but later I found out there were actually two other people inside the cell. I could not believe it. Never in my life had I been so happy to see another human being. It was an endless favor from God, who had given me a cellmate and a friend; someone to whom I could talk without any reservation about all the pain that, until that moment, I had kept only to myself.
I am talking to you who welcomed me warmly; you who gave me the gift of happiness with your welcoming face. You who were the only person to whom I could tell all the unsaid things and you listened to me. I told you how the agents raided our house in the middle of the night and arrested me for no reason.
The only charge on my file was that I had left the country illegally, for which I had good reasons. I told you how I returned to Iran with the approval of the Intelligence Ministry. Do you remember the time that, with tears in my eyes, I explained to you how I had to write down unwillingly, disgusted and under threat and psychological pressure what the interrogators wanted? Not because I was promised that by doing so I could go back to my family and continue my studies, but only because I did not want my MS attacks to start. I did not want to lose sight in my eyes or become paralyzed, even though it happened anyway, and today I have to almost stick my face to the paper in order to see the letter I am writing to you.
As I am writing I have to use all the force that is left in me to stop the pen from slipping out of my numb fingers. These days I have only one leg to stand on, and even when I hit hard objects I can’t feel the pain. You used to say mental and physical health is a gift God has given to us and therefore should be cherished and cared for. I used to answer that that was the reason I confessed to doing things that even my soul was not aware of. I described to you how horrified I was each time I thought my family members would be brought in to Ward 209, and, in order to save me, would confess to things they were not aware of, the same way I did.
I have said everything to you. You know that none of the charges against me are true. Today those charges have formed a noose around my neck. I have to tell you that even the little treatment I used to get has stopped. My only wish now is to get back my sight and feeling in my body when and if my sentence is overturned. I pray to God to give me enough inner peace and patience until the day I can return to my family and society. I am grateful to God for letting me walk on a path with serving people as my goal. I am a captive today because I wanted to serve the people, a crime for which I will have to walk to the gallows. Yet, in my belief, there is no honor higher than being sacrificed for my compatriots.
Hamed Rouhinejad.
Evin Prison
(taken from the facebook page of http://freedommessenger.blogspot.com)