The day they took me to Rajaeeshahr prison!

50 days have passed since my last contact with my family. We had no information about each other's situation. My family was extremely worried. In the same days, it was announced that along with the change of the Minister of Information, the head of the Judiciary and, accordingly, the Prosecutor of Tehran were also changed.

At the beginning of his work, the new prosecutor showed a desire to reform some procedures, although, over time, he returned to the same starting point. This has also become a tradition in Iran! At the beginning of the work, every position is in need of change and reform in its management field, but suddenly it returns to its original position like a spring that has been stretched.

At the beginning of his career, Abbas Jafari Daulatabadi tried to arrange a meeting for me, but he did not succeed.

My wife used to go to the prosecutor's office in the morning and after receiving a visit permit, she would go to Evin with my three boys. Despite the permission of the prosecutor's office, there was no meeting in Evin. They sat in a room waiting for hours.

Hour after hour they were told to wait and wait. Finally, late at night, it was announced that there was no meeting and they had to leave the place immediately. This situation was repeated for consecutive days.
One day, all three boys had a fever and their bodies were burning from the heat. However, they go to Evin with their mother. Waiting in vain makes patient and calm children confused and angry. Parham slaps him in the face with impatience, and Parsa and Powya shout angrily: They won't meet us! Why wait here?

Jafari Daulatabadi was finally able to transfer me from solitary confinement to public ward 350 after 5 months.
When I was transferred there, the ward was full of Mali prisoners. Only Paman Arif and Jahanbakhsh Khanjani became familiar to me there.

The ward was gradually emptied of Mali prisoners and the accused of the 2009 incidents were transferred there. Friends and acquaintances arrived one after another and there was excitement. However, the density of the band was increasing, and especially after Ashura 2009, the volume of input became so heavy that there was no place to put a needle in the whole band.

At the same time, a rumor spread that they wanted to deport me to a prison in Karaj. Ebrahim Madadi had heard this rumor during his dispatch to the court. What was the reason for the transfer? No one knew! The only activity I did at that time was writing a draft of a condolence message on the occasion of the death of Ayatollah Montazeri, which Daud Soleimani finalized with some corrections. After much discussion, the text of the condolence was finally leaked in the name of a group of political prisoners. This text did not add anything to the usual condolence messages in those days.

On February 1, I was called for transfer. The head of the ward expressed his ignorance and regret about the incident. He claimed that he had never seen a prisoner more polite and calm than me. The funeral of friends was very passionate and sad at the same time.

I will not trouble you. First, they put me on a bus that was going to Qezal Hesar prison. Most of the prisoners had a pitiful appearance and seemed to be heavy drug addicts.

I thought that they were going to take me to Qezel-Hesar prison, but the bus stopped on the way in a corner of the Karaj highway. They took me and the prisoner accused of murder out of it to ride on an arrow. But before that, some officers handcuffed our hands and ankles, and they didn't stop there and locked the handcuffs and the cuffs together with another bracelet! Imagine a person in this situation. In this situation, I was deported to Rajai Shahr prison!

Ahmad Zaidabadi