American Generals met in a secret session on the video conference, they were trying to find out why it happened
and what to do now.
‘Should we be surprised?’ one of them said, ‘we must have predicted that some of our officers would not acquiesce
the use of a nuclear weapon unless they were completely justified.’
‘He was justified’ another said
Or perhaps it was not justifiable at all.
The time was running short, and the American Generals weren’t able to predict Iranians’ reprisals yet, though everything was surveyed before the operation. There remained a big question, where the pilot, aircraft, and TNW disappeared? Spying satellites zoomed on the plant and the areas around. However the photos weren’t clear but seemed intact. Huge crowd and a heavy traffic were reported by the Iranian news.
One thing was certain, their ruse was revealed. They had some information about lake of fuel by one of Israeli escaped pilots.
Only General White knew Roy enough, he couldn’t even hide his desperate feeling for missing such an officer as Roy Harding, for the first time he was sorrier for missing his courageous officer than failing the operation.
He blamed only himself for ordering his brave young soldier to throw bomb even on the town if necessary, he wouldn’t do it and he didn’t. But it was a demand, a direct demand from the president of the United States, General couldn’t help.
Esfahan, military base
Same day, 8 pm
Colonel Rastgari had gone to Esfahan with his two officers as soon as he heard the threat that harrowed every Iranian, was now over, Major Kaveh, one of the two who were with Rastgari, was thinking about what happened within a few hours ago, he welcomed the order that he should be rendered the American Major.
Within resent few hours he was eager to see the new personality which was about to enter his professional life, the ambiguous man who incredibly saved thousands of lives, how could he look like?
He almost jumped out when he was informed the Samand arrived to the base.
Raha, Roy, and the two officers who accompanied them, entered the corridor where Kaveh attended now. The two officers saluted to Kaveh. Raha noticed that Kaveh's attention was absolutely concentrated on Roy; Roy also noticed it and felt uncomfortable.
' Salam Major Hani, glad to meet you in Esfahan?' Raha said in Farsi
' Salam Major,' he said and as he always used to joke, continued, ' how could you spend such a long time for flying a few kilometers from Natanz to Esfahan?'
' Round the world on the opposite direction' Raha wouldn't leave him unanswered.
' Hmm, then you should explain for the Colonel why you chose the way passing the United States!!' Kaveh laughed.
' It's called tactic! Review your lessons' Raha made a jest before her serious question, ' should I hand our guest over to you?'
' Yes!'
' Ok, God bless you' Raha said leaving to the Colonel's office, Kaveh looked friendly in Roy's eyes and said ' welcome to Iran Commander, I'm Kaveh Hani'
One or two hours later Raha had only one more duty left for that night and that was a primary interrogation from Roy. She was very tired, and wished she wouldn’t have a difficult time with him.
The military physician passed her; she greeted him and asked about Roy’s health.
‘Physically ok’ the doctor said, ‘but don’t put pressure on him, seems mentally collapsed’
He had said his personal identity at the same first minutes of entrance as was his duty, to be informed to the United States.
‘Major Roy Harding, 28, American, right?’ she asked, but Roy was just looking at the floor.
‘Major? You may know much more about the operation, danger may be continued for millions of civilians, aren’t you going to help us remove the farther threat?’ she asked patiently, but it was also followed by silence.
She walked towards him, he didn’t react, she sat down in front of him and said, ‘why didn’t you drop your warhead then go back to your fellows and rest? Why did you boycott yourself from your children and friends?’
Tears ran into his eyes while he was still staring at the ground.
‘I wonder if you would repeat it if time could be pulled back!’ she went on. ‘It’s just the same conditions right now; if they are going to attack us again, then lives are in danger now. Would you like to help us?’
‘My duty was to save Israelis and Americans, not the enemy’ he almost whispered.
‘Anyway you did it also’ she said resting on her chair, ‘if you had damaged the plant and killed so many people, then our first response was to destroy special American military bases in Iraq and gulf states, we have warned neighbors about any threat to us from their soil 19*. We were then ready for a very severe response on israel which designed the bloody shameful attack to Iran. Rockets are targeted towards the occupied lands right now but we will not be the beginner. Remember, punishments fulfill crimes. Then israel has been very lucky your operation failed!' (pressTV)
‘Are you sure you could carry these out?’ he taunted.
‘Everything's exactly scheduled and perused’ she said seriously. ‘Then you have nothing to tell us, right?’
Then shook her head indifferently.
Roy was taken back to his room. It was a 4×5 m room with a little bathroom on its side designed for two. It was used by the officers during their night presence in the base, a cool fine room that didn’t look like a prison at all, but well, when you are kept somewhere not allowed to go out then it is a prison.
Kaveh was advised to be careful this night. The man might attempt suicide!
He kept walking along the corridor behind his door. It was midnight now and Kaveh knew Roy was still up, in spite of his tire (of stress) he could not rest; again he remembered his suffering dream, his girl, his deed…
Kaveh could see him through a little window on his door. He thought if he could find a solution. But Roy would never trust him.
Two hours passed, and it was 00:30 am. Nothing had changed, Roy was awake and Kaveh was walking, Kaveh was aware of Roy’s situation but he felt such a distance between himself and the American officer that didn’t let him go in.
Esfahan, Raha’s home
22 Mar. 00:30 am
Raha had to stay in the base for security discretions. She couldn’t even call home and inform Taha.
Taha had heard about the attack on news and could easily guess Raha was involved too, it didn’t surprise him when Raha
stayed out doors, it only concerned him.
Everything was still confusing and doubtful, people knew in every moment an attack could be done to the city. All were
excited and many lights were on although it was so late. Everybody was looking forward clearer news, and some said the
threat to the nuclear plant was not reduced, seemed as if the entire city was alerted.
Taha got up from his bed after his attempt of sleeping failed. He stood praying to calm down. And was thinking of the terrible attack. Now that he was in Iran for several years he could understand the feelings of Iranians, their concerns and their sensibilities. He was wounded by the unfair world himself, he was displaced and astray.
He tried to imagine how this American could be. What would it be if this one was fair and aware?
The USA,
Same time in Iran, (8:30 hours ahead toward US)
21 Mar. 4 pm in New York
They informed Roy's wife, she was almost shocked. She heard about Natanz operation in news, but never
could guess its commander was her own husband.
For a while she couldn’t think and then stammered ‘ c..ca..p…tured?’
And now she was sitting and thinking, her baby beside her on bed. What would happen to him now? She recalled
a few months ago when they went for Christmas dinner to their friends, they knew that baby was a girl.
There, he said he wished to teach his daughter to climb up the tree, and all of them laughed at this idea so much.
What on earth would Iranian do to her husband, she thought, would they keep him forever, would they execute him
as revenge, or would they torture him to extract more information, she felt shiver all over her body, she felt very cold, her eyes got wet and she hid her head between knees and cried quietly.
Esfahan, military base
22 Mar. 1 am
At last Kaveh decided and entered the room, Roy raised his head up and looked coldly at him, Kaveh stood next to him, his hands in his pockets, looking straight in his eyes. Roy’s face was quite wet. But there was a strange look in his eyes, some kind of anger, or hatred?
Roy waited; what did he want him? What did he expect?
Kaveh was just watching.
‘Do you enjoy seeing me captured?’ Roy said word by word.
Kaveh remained silent, not knowing how to begin speaking.
‘Huh? Whatever you Iranian, want?’
Kaveh only turned his eyes down.
‘Jihadist! Muslim! Extremist! Come torture me, if it relieves you!’ Roy was encountering all his grievances.
Kaveh just stood, like a brother listening to his younger brother, however Roy could not see.
‘Do you understand English?’ he waited and stared in Kaveh’s eyes.
Kaveh leaned against the wall and slipped down beside him, ‘yes!’ he said.
For a moment Roy was confused.
‘A Jihadist, a Muslim, does not torture! An israeli does’, Kaveh said smiling.
Roy hardly could tolerate his calmness.
‘You say all of that for you hate Israel. You Muslims hate Jews, that’s all! They are chosen ones, if you like it or not.
‘You are working so hard just to throw the Jews into the ocean, solely because you call them infidels and don’t bear them walking in your holy land.’
Kaveh took Roy’s hand, Roy pulled it away roughly.
‘You preach peace but promote violence’ Roy kept saying, ‘you pretend to love but work with hatred. You provoke Israelis then blame them for their defense.
‘Sleepless?’ Kaveh asked, ‘do you need some medicine?’
‘Just go away’ Roy struggled.
Kaveh took his hand once more and pressed, it was shaking and cold, and too lifeless to escape from his hand again.
‘Jesus knew what they were thinking, and said, "Why do you harbor evil thoughts?
(Mathew 9:4)’ Kaveh quoted.
Roy looked strangely at Kaveh’s hand, he made sure he couldn’t estrange Kaveh, indeed he personally was willing to have someone to shout at, and he didn’t care if it was his own captor.
Kaveh looked at Roy directly in face, and discovered he had no bad feeling about him at all, to his surprise he could find no difference between an Iranian compatriot and this American military man who fought against him, a human being was what he saw. Roy didn’t think like Kaveh, he was trying to hate Kaveh more, to remain rough, to remain a soldier!
‘What right you, Muslim, have to read my Holy Book’ Roy didn’t mean what he said, just wanted to argue.
‘Stop me reading then if you can’ Kaveh could not stop himself joking even at a time like this.
‘God will stop you! He will clean the world from dirt of Muslims’ Roy said along his attempt to hate.
The sentence was so hard for a faithful man like Kaveh that in spite of his very calm manner he became angry for seconds. He turned his face away and remained silent to come over his anger.
Roy recognized it and felt unsafe, though it made him also feel a kind of loyalty to his army when he responded Kaveh!
‘Muslims are people like you’ Kaveh said in a very low voice when he turned back to Roy, ‘why do you think they must be different?’
‘You say exactly the same about Jews, don’t you?’ said Roy ‘You wish the world cleaned up from them, you think you please God when you fight them’
Kaveh really wished to answer but he knew Roy was badly under mental pressure. He put his other hand on Roy’s hand too, breathed deeply and said, ‘your tire is overt in your eyes, let me bring you some tranquilizer to help you rest’
‘I can rest! If I want’ Roy shouted at Kaveh. ‘You don’t worry about my health, you only want to justify, and you just want to escape from answering’
‘Calm down commander, anyway you have to sleep; or you want to stay awake 24 hours a day?’
But Roy felt it was disloyalty to his family, friends, country and new born baby if he slept calmly.
‘You can’t force me, I don’t let, I swear!’ Roy said with sharp eyes.
Kaveh pulled Roy’s hand towards himself and said ‘I did not mean it; I want to comfort you, understand please!’
‘What a joke! Oh I wish I could believe it’ he said leaving his hand alone in Kaveh’s, and then went ahead with a lower voice, ‘how can I sleep? How can I?
‘I am a traitor, I disobeyed the order, I must be so immodest to go to bed and sleep comfortably.’
‘Oh!’ Kaveh did not know what to say, ‘I try to understand…but…we are responsible about your health, if you relax a little you’ll be able to think better.’
‘The better I think, the more I suffer’ Roy said miserably ‘the more I think, the deeper I feel my villainy’
‘Why do you care about your army more than God?! You’ve obeyed him to save lives and you know his will is over all powers’
and what to do now.
‘Should we be surprised?’ one of them said, ‘we must have predicted that some of our officers would not acquiesce
the use of a nuclear weapon unless they were completely justified.’
‘He was justified’ another said
Or perhaps it was not justifiable at all.
The time was running short, and the American Generals weren’t able to predict Iranians’ reprisals yet, though everything was surveyed before the operation. There remained a big question, where the pilot, aircraft, and TNW disappeared? Spying satellites zoomed on the plant and the areas around. However the photos weren’t clear but seemed intact. Huge crowd and a heavy traffic were reported by the Iranian news.
One thing was certain, their ruse was revealed. They had some information about lake of fuel by one of Israeli escaped pilots.
Only General White knew Roy enough, he couldn’t even hide his desperate feeling for missing such an officer as Roy Harding, for the first time he was sorrier for missing his courageous officer than failing the operation.
He blamed only himself for ordering his brave young soldier to throw bomb even on the town if necessary, he wouldn’t do it and he didn’t. But it was a demand, a direct demand from the president of the United States, General couldn’t help.
Esfahan, military base
Same day, 8 pm
Colonel Rastgari had gone to Esfahan with his two officers as soon as he heard the threat that harrowed every Iranian, was now over, Major Kaveh, one of the two who were with Rastgari, was thinking about what happened within a few hours ago, he welcomed the order that he should be rendered the American Major.
Within resent few hours he was eager to see the new personality which was about to enter his professional life, the ambiguous man who incredibly saved thousands of lives, how could he look like?
He almost jumped out when he was informed the Samand arrived to the base.
Raha, Roy, and the two officers who accompanied them, entered the corridor where Kaveh attended now. The two officers saluted to Kaveh. Raha noticed that Kaveh's attention was absolutely concentrated on Roy; Roy also noticed it and felt uncomfortable.
' Salam Major Hani, glad to meet you in Esfahan?' Raha said in Farsi
' Salam Major,' he said and as he always used to joke, continued, ' how could you spend such a long time for flying a few kilometers from Natanz to Esfahan?'
' Round the world on the opposite direction' Raha wouldn't leave him unanswered.
' Hmm, then you should explain for the Colonel why you chose the way passing the United States!!' Kaveh laughed.
' It's called tactic! Review your lessons' Raha made a jest before her serious question, ' should I hand our guest over to you?'
' Yes!'
' Ok, God bless you' Raha said leaving to the Colonel's office, Kaveh looked friendly in Roy's eyes and said ' welcome to Iran Commander, I'm Kaveh Hani'
One or two hours later Raha had only one more duty left for that night and that was a primary interrogation from Roy. She was very tired, and wished she wouldn’t have a difficult time with him.
The military physician passed her; she greeted him and asked about Roy’s health.
‘Physically ok’ the doctor said, ‘but don’t put pressure on him, seems mentally collapsed’
He had said his personal identity at the same first minutes of entrance as was his duty, to be informed to the United States.
‘Major Roy Harding, 28, American, right?’ she asked, but Roy was just looking at the floor.
‘Major? You may know much more about the operation, danger may be continued for millions of civilians, aren’t you going to help us remove the farther threat?’ she asked patiently, but it was also followed by silence.
She walked towards him, he didn’t react, she sat down in front of him and said, ‘why didn’t you drop your warhead then go back to your fellows and rest? Why did you boycott yourself from your children and friends?’
Tears ran into his eyes while he was still staring at the ground.
‘I wonder if you would repeat it if time could be pulled back!’ she went on. ‘It’s just the same conditions right now; if they are going to attack us again, then lives are in danger now. Would you like to help us?’
‘My duty was to save Israelis and Americans, not the enemy’ he almost whispered.
‘Anyway you did it also’ she said resting on her chair, ‘if you had damaged the plant and killed so many people, then our first response was to destroy special American military bases in Iraq and gulf states, we have warned neighbors about any threat to us from their soil 19*. We were then ready for a very severe response on israel which designed the bloody shameful attack to Iran. Rockets are targeted towards the occupied lands right now but we will not be the beginner. Remember, punishments fulfill crimes. Then israel has been very lucky your operation failed!' (pressTV)
‘Are you sure you could carry these out?’ he taunted.
‘Everything's exactly scheduled and perused’ she said seriously. ‘Then you have nothing to tell us, right?’
Then shook her head indifferently.
Roy was taken back to his room. It was a 4×5 m room with a little bathroom on its side designed for two. It was used by the officers during their night presence in the base, a cool fine room that didn’t look like a prison at all, but well, when you are kept somewhere not allowed to go out then it is a prison.
Kaveh was advised to be careful this night. The man might attempt suicide!
He kept walking along the corridor behind his door. It was midnight now and Kaveh knew Roy was still up, in spite of his tire (of stress) he could not rest; again he remembered his suffering dream, his girl, his deed…
Kaveh could see him through a little window on his door. He thought if he could find a solution. But Roy would never trust him.
Two hours passed, and it was 00:30 am. Nothing had changed, Roy was awake and Kaveh was walking, Kaveh was aware of Roy’s situation but he felt such a distance between himself and the American officer that didn’t let him go in.
Esfahan, Raha’s home
22 Mar. 00:30 am
Raha had to stay in the base for security discretions. She couldn’t even call home and inform Taha.
Taha had heard about the attack on news and could easily guess Raha was involved too, it didn’t surprise him when Raha
stayed out doors, it only concerned him.
Everything was still confusing and doubtful, people knew in every moment an attack could be done to the city. All were
excited and many lights were on although it was so late. Everybody was looking forward clearer news, and some said the
threat to the nuclear plant was not reduced, seemed as if the entire city was alerted.
Taha got up from his bed after his attempt of sleeping failed. He stood praying to calm down. And was thinking of the terrible attack. Now that he was in Iran for several years he could understand the feelings of Iranians, their concerns and their sensibilities. He was wounded by the unfair world himself, he was displaced and astray.
He tried to imagine how this American could be. What would it be if this one was fair and aware?
The USA,
Same time in Iran, (8:30 hours ahead toward US)
21 Mar. 4 pm in New York
They informed Roy's wife, she was almost shocked. She heard about Natanz operation in news, but never
could guess its commander was her own husband.
For a while she couldn’t think and then stammered ‘ c..ca..p…tured?’
And now she was sitting and thinking, her baby beside her on bed. What would happen to him now? She recalled
a few months ago when they went for Christmas dinner to their friends, they knew that baby was a girl.
There, he said he wished to teach his daughter to climb up the tree, and all of them laughed at this idea so much.
What on earth would Iranian do to her husband, she thought, would they keep him forever, would they execute him
as revenge, or would they torture him to extract more information, she felt shiver all over her body, she felt very cold, her eyes got wet and she hid her head between knees and cried quietly.
Esfahan, military base
22 Mar. 1 am
At last Kaveh decided and entered the room, Roy raised his head up and looked coldly at him, Kaveh stood next to him, his hands in his pockets, looking straight in his eyes. Roy’s face was quite wet. But there was a strange look in his eyes, some kind of anger, or hatred?
Roy waited; what did he want him? What did he expect?
Kaveh was just watching.
‘Do you enjoy seeing me captured?’ Roy said word by word.
Kaveh remained silent, not knowing how to begin speaking.
‘Huh? Whatever you Iranian, want?’
Kaveh only turned his eyes down.
‘Jihadist! Muslim! Extremist! Come torture me, if it relieves you!’ Roy was encountering all his grievances.
Kaveh just stood, like a brother listening to his younger brother, however Roy could not see.
‘Do you understand English?’ he waited and stared in Kaveh’s eyes.
Kaveh leaned against the wall and slipped down beside him, ‘yes!’ he said.
For a moment Roy was confused.
‘A Jihadist, a Muslim, does not torture! An israeli does’, Kaveh said smiling.
Roy hardly could tolerate his calmness.
‘You say all of that for you hate Israel. You Muslims hate Jews, that’s all! They are chosen ones, if you like it or not.
‘You are working so hard just to throw the Jews into the ocean, solely because you call them infidels and don’t bear them walking in your holy land.’
Kaveh took Roy’s hand, Roy pulled it away roughly.
‘You preach peace but promote violence’ Roy kept saying, ‘you pretend to love but work with hatred. You provoke Israelis then blame them for their defense.
‘Sleepless?’ Kaveh asked, ‘do you need some medicine?’
‘Just go away’ Roy struggled.
Kaveh took his hand once more and pressed, it was shaking and cold, and too lifeless to escape from his hand again.
‘Jesus knew what they were thinking, and said, "Why do you harbor evil thoughts?
(Mathew 9:4)’ Kaveh quoted.
Roy looked strangely at Kaveh’s hand, he made sure he couldn’t estrange Kaveh, indeed he personally was willing to have someone to shout at, and he didn’t care if it was his own captor.
Kaveh looked at Roy directly in face, and discovered he had no bad feeling about him at all, to his surprise he could find no difference between an Iranian compatriot and this American military man who fought against him, a human being was what he saw. Roy didn’t think like Kaveh, he was trying to hate Kaveh more, to remain rough, to remain a soldier!
‘What right you, Muslim, have to read my Holy Book’ Roy didn’t mean what he said, just wanted to argue.
‘Stop me reading then if you can’ Kaveh could not stop himself joking even at a time like this.
‘God will stop you! He will clean the world from dirt of Muslims’ Roy said along his attempt to hate.
The sentence was so hard for a faithful man like Kaveh that in spite of his very calm manner he became angry for seconds. He turned his face away and remained silent to come over his anger.
Roy recognized it and felt unsafe, though it made him also feel a kind of loyalty to his army when he responded Kaveh!
‘Muslims are people like you’ Kaveh said in a very low voice when he turned back to Roy, ‘why do you think they must be different?’
‘You say exactly the same about Jews, don’t you?’ said Roy ‘You wish the world cleaned up from them, you think you please God when you fight them’
Kaveh really wished to answer but he knew Roy was badly under mental pressure. He put his other hand on Roy’s hand too, breathed deeply and said, ‘your tire is overt in your eyes, let me bring you some tranquilizer to help you rest’
‘I can rest! If I want’ Roy shouted at Kaveh. ‘You don’t worry about my health, you only want to justify, and you just want to escape from answering’
‘Calm down commander, anyway you have to sleep; or you want to stay awake 24 hours a day?’
But Roy felt it was disloyalty to his family, friends, country and new born baby if he slept calmly.
‘You can’t force me, I don’t let, I swear!’ Roy said with sharp eyes.
Kaveh pulled Roy’s hand towards himself and said ‘I did not mean it; I want to comfort you, understand please!’
‘What a joke! Oh I wish I could believe it’ he said leaving his hand alone in Kaveh’s, and then went ahead with a lower voice, ‘how can I sleep? How can I?
‘I am a traitor, I disobeyed the order, I must be so immodest to go to bed and sleep comfortably.’
‘Oh!’ Kaveh did not know what to say, ‘I try to understand…but…we are responsible about your health, if you relax a little you’ll be able to think better.’
‘The better I think, the more I suffer’ Roy said miserably ‘the more I think, the deeper I feel my villainy’
‘Why do you care about your army more than God?! You’ve obeyed him to save lives and you know his will is over all powers’
‘The lives you speak about saving them are the same who threw these people out of their homes and sat in their place,
‘To satisfy the security of these occupiers the true owners must be tortured and exiled to camps for ever, and die!
‘And this is only a little piece of the truth the western media broadcast; the fact is a hundred times more terrible!’ (if Americans knew)
‘Well…’ Roy hesitated, ‘at least I haven’t accepted that Palestinians are the true owners’
‘Will he forgive me for selling his chosen people out?’
‘You say they are chosen ones? Is it why they torture children to get confess from fathers and mothers? 21’ said Kaveh anxiously.
‘Nonsense’ said Roy ‘who’s filled your mind with that stuff?’
‘israeli news agencies!’ said Kaveh ‘moreover, the prisons they left when they pulled out from south Lebanon, freed prisoners, disappeared ones, also their training to Savak before Iranian revolution! and the babies born and grown up in the jail 22
'I myself read in BBC about the 14 year old children who are tortured for 11 months not even being trialed, in Khiam prison, prisoners were tortured by the use of electric shocks administered through wires attached to the finger tips or the genitals, the beatings, the dousings with hot then cold water, and what was known as "the pole", where prisoners - often after being striped naked - were handcuffed and suspended for hours at a time. ( see BBC)
‘Even the israeli online paper says they would close the shackles and push on them until the iron cuts into the flesh and you felt as if your hand is being cut off, And mentions tens of more severe tortures.’ (see Haaretz)
‘These are natural; to get information...’ said Roy, ‘some times to save lives!’
‘Hmm, cool! Then you accept it! Please write it down and sign!’ said Kaveh
Roy felt helpless for a moment and pressed his knees to his chest but didn’t show anxiety to Kaveh, just said, ‘what do you mean?’
‘I mean we need information too, to save millions of lives’ Kaveh said smiling, ‘and when the Red Cross question us (if they ever discover it) we will need your promise and signature that you agreed it was needed!’
He recognized a change in Roy’s face. Trying to welcome pain, he kept his head down.
Kaveh pressed his hand warmly and said, ‘but no, we are not israel!’ then continued in a low sorrowful voice:
‘Yeah this was the good part of the story, I didn’t tell you all,
‘To force a suspected man to speak they even hauled in his wife that was innocent and tortured her so that he could hear her screams. She suffered electric shocks - through wires attached to her nipples - spent three months in solitary confinement and lost her baby while she was in the prison. (see BBC)
‘Shin Bet has proudly accepted the responsibility of torturing innocent relatives of suspected ones to get probable information. (see Haaretz)
‘What is the guilt of these people, if ever brought to trial?... to resist against the occupier, to fight for freedom, to try to liberate home, if this word can have any meaning for you!
‘Ok, it is not my topic now, we will hopefully have time for that.’ said Kaveh ‘I’m saying that torturing innocent wives and children is not justified, in more fair words, torture is not justified. I think everybody understands it
‘Do you have children yourself?’
Roy looked at him after a long time, concerned and uneasy, and said ‘why?’
Kaveh understood it was so difficult for him to comfort Roy.
‘I will accept pain,’ Roy said ‘ok I may be guilty, but my baby is only a week old!’
Kaveh put his hand on Roy’s shoulder as is an Iranian way of expressing sympathy, and said friendly ‘really? Then you must be eager to see him or her, young father!
‘Who wants to put pain to you? Who wants to threaten your baby? I just wanted to make sure if you understand me!
‘Of course you didn’t do anything wrong, you are here because of your honorable action, we know this, for sure’
Kaveh tried to put himself in his shoe, he found it very difficult to be kept away from your family when you haven’t even had a chance to see your child. He pulled Roy’s hand and kept it with both hands.
‘I’m also father of two’ Kaveh remarked ‘they are 4 and 6’
Roy tried to smile and said ‘cool!’ then turned rough again and said ‘what would you feel if you dreamed you were throwing your kid into fire, set by yourself?!’
‘Oh!’ Kaveh was amazed, ‘well, you didn’t burn it anyway, right?, you were ordered to burn it and it is why you saw that scene.’
' What a hell will I dream tonight?' said Roy, turned to Kaveh and stared at him.
The room was quiet and almost dark, Roy felt calmer after speaking with one, it was 1:40 am now. Kaveh put his hand on Roy's shoulder again, tried to say something, but couldn't. It was Roy who began this time, ' what a cold night it is, did you notice?'
' Oh, forgive me! I must have brought you a blanket!' Kaveh said and jumped up. Roy held his hand making him sit down and said, 'not the weather I mean! I'm cold from inside; a thousand times tonight I asked myself what I did?
' Why did you join the revolutionary guard by the way?'
' Err...' Kaveh was surprised, ' it is the national military of my people, Iranians made it early after the revolution to defend the country, supporting military that was extremely weak within the revolution. And well, I joined it to defend my country'
' It is what I did; I also joined my military to defend my country first, then...what did I become...?' Roy sighed.
Kaveh felt he must change the topic, ' the doctor has advised some tranquilizers for you to make you sleep, you need to' he said.
This time Roy wanted to escape from the terrible wake, but said ' I'm ashamed of myself to sleep while my commanders are awake, anxious, and wroth for that hell I did!'
' I know' said Kaveh, 'I understand what you say, but I'm responsible about your health, as a brother not a captor!
After Kaveh made Roy have the tranquilizer, again sat down beside him, but Roy left him and lied down in his bed, angry with Kaveh that forced him about medicine.
Moon could be seen from a little picketed window above his bed. The same moon that is just enough to be the moon everywhere, in American sky and in Iranian sky!
‘Nonsense’ said Roy ‘who’s filled your mind with that stuff?’
‘israeli news agencies!’ said Kaveh ‘moreover, the prisons they left when they pulled out from south Lebanon, freed prisoners, disappeared ones, also their training to Savak before Iranian revolution! and the babies born and grown up in the jail 22
'I myself read in BBC about the 14 year old children who are tortured for 11 months not even being trialed, in Khiam prison, prisoners were tortured by the use of electric shocks administered through wires attached to the finger tips or the genitals, the beatings, the dousings with hot then cold water, and what was known as "the pole", where prisoners -
‘Even the israeli online paper says they would close the shackles and push on them until the iron cuts into the flesh and you felt as if your hand is being cut off, And mentions tens of more severe tortures.’ (see Haaretz)
‘These are natural; to get information...’ said Roy, ‘some times to save lives!’
‘Hmm, cool! Then you accept it! Please write it down and sign!’ said Kaveh
Roy felt helpless for a moment and pressed his knees to his chest but didn’t show anxiety to Kaveh, just said, ‘what do you mean?’
‘I mean we need information too, to save millions of lives’ Kaveh said smiling, ‘and when the Red Cross question us (if they ever discover it) we will need your promise and signature that you agreed it was needed!’
He recognized a change in Roy’s face. Trying to welcome pain, he kept his head down.
Kaveh pressed his hand warmly and said, ‘but no, we are not israel!’ then continued in a low sorrowful voice:
‘Yeah this was the good part of the story, I didn’t tell you all,
‘To force a suspected man to speak they even hauled in his wife that was innocent and tortured her so that he could hear her screams. She suffered electric shocks -
‘What is the guilt of these people, if ever brought to trial?... to resist against the occupier, to fight for freedom, to try to liberate home, if this word can have any meaning for you!
‘Ok, it is not my topic now, we will hopefully have time for that.’ said Kaveh ‘I’m saying that torturing innocent wives and children is not justified, in more fair words, torture is not justified. I think everybody understands it
‘Do you have children yourself?’
Roy looked at him after a long time, concerned and uneasy, and said ‘why?’
Kaveh understood it was so difficult for him to comfort Roy.
‘I will accept pain,’ Roy said ‘ok I may be guilty, but my baby is only a week old!’
Kaveh put his hand on Roy’s shoulder as is an Iranian way of expressing sympathy, and said friendly ‘really? Then you must be eager to see him or her, young father!
‘Who wants to put pain to you? Who wants to threaten your baby? I just wanted to make sure if you understand me!
‘Of course you didn’t do anything wrong, you are here because of your honorable action, we know this, for sure’
Kaveh tried to put himself in his shoe, he found it very difficult to be kept away from your family when you haven’t even had a chance to see your child. He pulled Roy’s hand and kept it with both hands.
‘I’m also father of two’ Kaveh remarked ‘they are 4 and 6’
Roy tried to smile and said ‘cool!’ then turned rough again and said ‘what would you feel if you dreamed you were throwing your kid into fire, set by yourself?!’
‘Oh!’ Kaveh was amazed, ‘well, you didn’t burn it anyway, right?, you were ordered to burn it and it is why you saw that scene.’
' What a hell will I dream tonight?' said Roy, turned to Kaveh and stared at him.
The room was quiet and almost dark, Roy felt calmer after speaking with one, it was 1:40 am now. Kaveh put his hand on Roy's shoulder again, tried to say something, but couldn't. It was Roy who began this time, ' what a cold night it is, did you notice?'
' Oh, forgive me! I must have brought you a blanket!' Kaveh said and jumped up. Roy held his hand making him sit down and said, 'not the weather I mean! I'm cold from inside; a thousand times tonight I asked myself what I did?
' Why did you join the revolutionary guard by the way?'
' Err...' Kaveh was surprised, ' it is the national military of my people, Iranians made it early after the revolution to defend the country, supporting military that was extremely weak within the revolution. And well, I joined it to defend my country'
' It is what I did; I also joined my military to defend my country first, then...what did I become...?' Roy sighed.
Kaveh felt he must change the topic, ' the doctor has advised some tranquilizers for you to make you sleep, you need to' he said.
This time Roy wanted to escape from the terrible wake, but said ' I'm ashamed of myself to sleep while my commanders are awake, anxious, and wroth for that hell I did!'
' I know' said Kaveh, 'I understand what you say, but I'm responsible about your health, as a brother not a captor!
After Kaveh made Roy have the tranquilizer, again sat down beside him, but Roy left him and lied down in his bed, angry with Kaveh that forced him about medicine.
Moon could be seen from a little picketed window above his bed. The same moon that is just enough to be the moon everywhere, in American sky and in Iranian sky!
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