Nasrin Parvaz became a civil rights activist when the Islamic regime took power in 1979. She was arrested in 1982, tortured and spent eight years in prison. In 1993, she fled to England. Her prison memoir is being crowdfunded by Unbound publisher. Nasrin\u2019s stories, poems, articles and translations appeared in Exiled Writers Ink; Modern Poetry in Translation series; Write to be Counted, Resistance Anthology 2017; Words And Women 2017; 100 poems for human rights 2009; Hafiz, Goethe and the Gingko 2015; Over Land, Over Sea, Poems for those seeking refuge 2015; A novel, Temptation, based on the true stories of some male prisoners who survived the 1988 massacre of Iranian prisoners was published in Farsi in 2008.<\/p>\n
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You and me<\/strong><\/p>\n My hands tied, I had been hanging Bloodied and bruised, but not tied up Where are you now? <\/p>\n My Red Father<\/strong><\/p>\n It was the day There was a hard knock I ran to daddy <\/p>\n Your watch<\/strong><\/p>\n They gave us back So we can never forget <\/p>\n One Woman\u2019s Struggle In Iran; A Prison Memoir<\/strong><\/p>\n One woman\u2019s struggle in Iran is the story of my imprisonment for eight years by the Islamic government of Iran.<\/p>\n In 1979, at the age of 20, I returned from England, where I had been studying. I became a member of a socialist party fighting for a non-Islamic state in which women had the same rights as men. In 1982, while waiting to meet a fellow comrade, I was exposed and arrested by the regime\u2019s secret police. In prison, under torture, I refused to reveal my contacts\u2019 names and addresses.<\/p>\n In prison I was brutally and systematically tortured, threatened with execution, starved and forced to live in appalling, horribly overcrowded conditions. Many of my fellow prisoners were executed; some were driven insane by torture and what we had to endure. Others repented their political beliefs only to find they remained in prison for years before their release. I became seriously ill, and was only saved from dying by the help of a fellow prisoner who was a doctor.<\/p>\n Although I was imprisoned and in the hands of my enemies, they could not arrest my resistance, and neither could torture vanquish my struggle. In resisting the Islamic regime, I was not alone, all the other men and women, imprisoned like me, we were all part of the ultimate victory of humanity.<\/p>\n You can preorder your copy here:<\/p>\n https:\/\/unbound.com\/books\/womans-struggle-in-iran<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nasrin Parvaz became a civil rights activist when the Islamic regime took power in 1979. She was arrested in 1982, tortured and spent eight years in prison. In 1993, she fled to England. Her prison memoir is being crowdfunded by Unbound publisher. Nasrin\u2019s stories, poems, articles and translations appeared in Exiled Writers Ink; Modern Poetry … Continue reading My Red Father<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[6,22,14],"class_list":["post-237","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-poetry","tag-political","tag-prison"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=237"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":238,"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/237\/revisions\/238"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=237"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nasrinparvaz.org\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfrom the ceiling for Eternity
\nmy dangling feet just above the floor
\nnight finally came and the guards left.<\/p>\n
\nyou crawled towards me
\nand lay down, beneath me
\ntaking the weight of my body on yours
\nmy feet rested on you all that long night.<\/p>\n
\nAre you alive somewhere?<\/p>\n
\nafter my fifth birthday
\nmummy went out to the shops
\nand daddy started telling me a story.<\/p>\n
\non the front door
\ndaddy went to open it
\nI heard rapid bangs and a big thump.<\/p>\n
\nhe was in a red heap by the door
\na man stood over him with a gun
\nI think he looked at me
\nand walked away
\ninto the weekend afternoon.<\/p>\n
\nyour clothes, your
\nfinal letter and your watch.
\nIt showed
\nthe time they took you
\nto be shot
\nten past nine, September 10th, 1988.<\/p>\n
\neven if we wanted to
\nwhich we don\u2019t.<\/p>\n