Tuesday, March 8, 2011
March 7th, 2011 - Saham News: Fifteen days ago, Ali Karroubi was told that his parents were no longer under house arrest and he was given permission to finally visit with them. After hearing the news, Ali voluntarily arrived at his parents' house only to be arrested, while security forces search his house and office and baseless allegations were published in state owned media outlets accusing Ali of spying for Persian Gulf governments. According to his brother these allegations are so baseless and senseless that no one in the ruling government even believes in their validity.
Despite the baseless charges against him, Ali has spent the past 15 days behind bars; his arrest overshadowed by the abduction and disappearance of Mehdi Karroubi, Fatemeh Karroubi, Mir Hossein Mousavi and Zahra Rahnavard. February has been a difficult month for Ali and his family. Last year on February 11th, 2010 Ali was arrested, enduring brutal physical and mental torture at the hands plain clothes agents. After hours of insults and torture, he fled from their brutal hands only to endure further torture at the hands of security forces.
In Ali's memory, we are publishing excerpts of his harrowing experience revealed during his visits with political figures such as Ayatollah Hashemi Rafsanjani, Seyed Mohammad Khatami and the descendants of the Imam, including noble and distinguished members of the Imam's office. These revelations are merely a small example of the bitter fate of the brave children of our nation whose only crime has been to cry out in the name of freedom. Ali Karroubi's experience is but a page in the book of the atrocities and injustices committed against our nation. As he himself has repeatedly emphasized "only God is aware of what these autonomous thugs are doing to the nameless and faceless children of our nation."
The following is an excerpt of Ali's experience last year:
When they found out at the mosque that I am Mehdi Karroubi's son, the plain clothes agents were elated. After insulting me and beating me up, they took me inside a bus. I was beaten so badly while in the mosque that some of their own members even began complaining. Once we entered the bus, I felt better. I was under the false impression that the beatings were over and that they were going to transfer me to Evin prison. Just then, a rather robust looking man entered the bus. A mother and daughter who had also been arrested were sitting a few seats away from me. The man turned to them and began addressing them using words I had never heard in my life; words that any human being would be ashamed to hear, let alone in front of a "Namahram" [a man in front of whom a women is to cover her hair and wear hijab]. He then said: "Who is Ali Karroubi?" I raised my hand. He took me by the neck and proceeded to beat me brutally. He then threw me out of the bus and demanded that I climb in the back of a nearby van. I no longer had the strength to walk, so he took me by the wrist and dragged me on the ground. At this point I felt completely helpless. They threw me behind the van and took me to a location that apparently belonged to the thugs in their group. They began insulting me and spitting in my face. The scenes I was witnessing were difficult to believe. The vulgarities I heard were coming out of the mouths of those who were supposedly the pride and dignity of the regime. Who were these thugs? What was their background? Where did they come from?
i was then taken to a special headquarter. As a result of the beatings I had endured at the mosque and at the office of the security forces, I no longer had the strength to talk. I felt as though I was living the last moments of my life. I kept asking myself, why do these moments feel so eternal? They had tied me to the trees outside. I was freezing and my shirt was drenched with blood. Just then, a clean shaven, well dressed man, wearing a vest who looked like a journalist approached me. I thought that a decent human being had miraculously appeared amidst so many thugs and murmured to myself "Thank you Lord!" He looked at me and then ordered the soldiers to take me inside a room. I was glad. A soldier walked towards me, lifted me by the hand and whispered in my ear: "I am a Bakhtiari from Lorestan and ashamed of what you have had to endure! I'm sorry that there is nothing I can do for you.." The sympathy I felt from this soldier was a ray of hope in the abyss of darkness. He took me inside the room and gave me a date and insisted that I eat it before the agents arrived. I ate the date. The man who appeared to be a journalist entered and said: "I want to talk to you." I gazed at him without speaking a word. He set up the video camera and turned it on. He asked me to introduce myself. I could barely talk, but I replied: "I am Ali Karroubi, the third son of Mehdi Karroubi." As soon as I looked up I saw that he was standing above me. He thrust my head backwards and smashed it against the wall behind me. This animal who looked like a human being, then proceeded to use the most heinous vulgarities in my presence, calling me and my wife, the sister of three martyrs of the Iran-Iraq war every name known to mankind. At the time....
More excerpts of Ali's harrowing experience will be published at a later date. Ali was captured by a group who went after him because they sought revenge on his father. Today Ali, his mother and father remain behind bars.
Source: Saham News: http://sahamnews.org/1389/12/18557/
Banooye Sabz
http://banooyesabzirani.blogspot.com/2011/03/must-read-moving-revelations-by-ali.html
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