By Nazar Karim Beigi, Camp Liberty
Ilam, with its sky-high mountains and fountains, is one of the most beautiful but at the same time poorest cities in western Iran. Though my country enjoys great fields of oil and gas resources but my family like many others had to resort to hard work to cope with poverty. I always asked myself, “why poverty!?” My friends and I struggled to earn a full meal, and going to school instead of laboring in the hot brickyards was a fancy for us.
In a cool breeze of a Friday afternoon I accompanied my friends to the only soccer stadium of the city to play as usual. We entered the stadium. In the middle of the playground’s lawn the sight of few armed men and two black-veiled armed women from IRGC (Islamic Revolutionary Guards Corps) caught my attention. Continue reading
By Ahmad Rahbar, Camp Liberty
It is a hot summer afternoon. The sun’s warmth is waning as dusk settles over a camp in the vicinity of the Baghdad International Airport. This camp is ironically called “Liberty.” The six-foot-tall concrete walls encircling the camp block out the horizon, depriving of the beautiful sunset for which the Babylon has earned fame.
The camp that was supposed to be a temporary transit location has been my home for the past three years. This place is a reminder of the prisons of the Iranian regime, where I spent four years of my life on charges of reading the “Mojahed” newspaper and believing in the ideals of freedom and democracy.
Inadvertently, old memories flashback in my mind and my thoughts take me back 35 years, when following the fall of the Shah regime, I joined the People’s Mojahedin Organization of Iran (PMOI) to protect the achievements of the people’s revolution against the newly-established religious fascist regime. Continue reading
The Iranian regime’s authorities have cancelled at least two concerts in the past week in Iran for having women musicians in the group.
On Sunday, a number of women musicians were not allowed to appear on stage beside the men in an official sponsored festival in Isfahan.
The women musicians were forced to sit down and watch as only men played and the group was promised that they would be allowed to hold the concert later.
However, in the other location women were again were prevented from going on stage and the concert was cancelled.
Another group of musicians were not allowed to perform in the city of Mashhad on October 9-10 as planned despite having received official permission. Continue reading
By Milad, Camp Liberty
In today’s world, emotions can no longer be expressed as in the past, because the hearts and minds of all people have been filled with a fist-full of lies presented by smiling appeasing politicians aiming to crush the will of resistance in all of mankind, and force them to surrender and succumb to their demands. Innocent people’s hopes for a better life have turned into ashes and dust, and in many cases pools of blood. Novels and stories are forgotten forever, and school blackboards are empty of meaningful words. Yet we all know that it is us, and only us, who must conquer this heart of history, again, with our own sacrifice.
A few days ago I was walking in the harsh gravel streets of Camp Liberty in Iraq, and down the road a number of women residing in the camp were also heading to their section. I was drowned in my own thoughts and was silently reciting a poem in my mind. All of a sudden, an image flashed before my eyes. One of the women had fallen to the floor. I didn’t know what to do and just ran towards them and asked, “Can I help?” One of them answered, “Please find a car and hurry!” Continue reading
By Mohsen Bodaghi
I write this pierce in Camp Liberty, Iraq. It is years now that I have left my studies and left my country Iran for the hope of democracy and freedom. Years full of dangers and hardships. I never thought the path for freedom would be so hard and uneven. But these years have taught me that freedom comes at a high price. I sometimes tell myself, probably those who enjoy such gift do not realize its value and only when they lose it will they come to truly appreciate its value, like oxygen for living beings.
Some three years ago I was relocated to a prison called “Camp Liberty,” which makes it even worse since they have named a notorious prison “Liberty”, the very liberty that people throughout the world have paid a heavy price for.
Along with 3,500 of my friends, I moved to Liberty based on a “Memorandum of Understanding” signed between the UN and the government of Iraq. There are many clauses and promises in the MoU but all of them have been breached by the Iraqi government, and U.S. and UN have shut their eyes to such violations. Our demands on the other hand are so simple and primitive that it is difficult for me to even mention them. The surprising thing is that the Iraqi government does not even let us plant trees. Continue reading
By Mohammad Reza Rahimi, Camp Liberty
It has been more than 30 years since I have been dealing with conditions like the excerpts that I’ve cited below from the Iranian regime’s media outlets. I go to sleep each night and start every morning with these thoughts. Just take a look at a few news reports published in the Iranian regime’s newspapers:
- In the early hours of Thursday, September 18th, seventeen inmates in Kerman, Fars and Bandar Abbas were sent to the gallows. Five of them, including four in Shiraz and one in Marvdasht, were executed in public.
Moreover, 8 inmates were hanged in Kerman’s Shahab Prison in a mass execution.
4 other inmates were executed on Thursday morning in Bandar Abbas Prison.
- The ruling to amputate a man’s fingers in public was carried out this time in the town of Abar Kuh in Yazd Province. (23 August 2014)
This nightmare has yet to come to an end, and with Rouhani coming to power these executions have actually escalated; and United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon has referred to this subject in his annual report. Continue reading
By Massoud Azadi
It was spring 1981 and the time of universities’ summer holidays. I spoke to a friend of mine in Aachen University in order to work together for a few months to earn some money for a trip to Iran to visit our families, relatives and friends. We decided to do it and then bought souvenirs and set for Iran on July. To go by plane was expensive so we decided to go to Iran via land through Turkey, which was a good idea.
On the way we discussed many issues about our country Iran and how things were changed during the period we were away from the country, and about friends and families, also about our future and what each one of us planned for the future.
At the Iran-Turkey borders instead of the usual border police, the Pasdaran (Iranian revolutionary guard corps) checked our identifications before we boarded the bus. Their manner of checking us wasn’t friendly. They looked at everybody suspiciously and with skepticism. Continue reading