During one of my travels, my fate lead me back to Belfast some years ago. There I met a witness on what is going on in his home country Iran right now. He insists on calling it Persia. Iran is linked with oppression.
The scene is in a hostel on Botanic avenue called the ARK. My Iranian friend shares fate with other people who had to escape their countries due to war, oppression and famine.
We sit down in the dining room together. It’s Monday night. My 4th pint is about to be consumed. He is eager to tell me his road to Belfast. Back in Iran, or Persia as he calls it, his big crime was wanting freedom of speech and freedom of religion. Two very important things in the UN charter that every country in the world has signed. But Iran may have a warped sense of these two human rights. Everyone calls him Koroush. I call him Cyrus after Cyrus the Great. He is very proud of his country’s past. A pride that has turned in to contempt of his own government run by religious fanatics. 6 years ago my friend was a part of a small group of people who liked to discuss things that concerned them. In their governments eyes they were criminal elements as they consider all opposition. But Cyrus would not let draconian laws stopping him form speaking his mind. He left his religion Islam many years ago. As an apostate, you are but a traitor to Islam. He chose Zarathustra as his guide instead of some illiterate loony from the Arabic dessert. According to religion of peace, that is an offence worthy of capital offense. No wonder he don’t trust or like the Muslims from Somalia living at the ARK. Cyrus and his friends were eventually arrested for simply exercising his basic freedom. Twice! He knows what torture can do to a human being. He was arrested despite the fact that he left the group on philosophical disagreements. But that didn’t count much for the religious police. They sent him to Evin Prison in Tehran. It’s a prison where more than 20 000 people have lost their lives due to hideous crimes against Muhammad the Dickless wonder from Mecca. Eventually his father manages to get him out. By paying off Allahs representatives on Earth a bundle of money. This father sold his land and much of his possessions to save his sons life. 60 000 dollars is a sons life worth to a father in Iran. At least that’s the price the corrupt government have put on him. My friend managed to get out of Iran 4 years ago. Cyrus is worried about his mates and family in Iran; Constantly worrying about her mother, whom only a week earlier got a little visit from the local religious police in the middle of the night, beating her teeth out. No wonder… They are using the same scare tactics as Stalin’s and Hitler’s henchmen. Cyrus tells me more from his prison time. They did torture him. Trying to get more admissions from him. The more they beat him, the more outrageous the accusations became. During his time in prison, he’s seen many people tortured, murdered and officially executed. The visions he has often haunts him at night. And he speaks to me with a passion and intensity that mazes me. My pen can’t go fast enough for his words. I wonder if these lines would ever be able to give his and many others stories justice. Cyrus told me that Iran since 1980 has been rotten to the core. With the help from Reagan and his thugs in the GOP. The GOP and the priesthood of Iran is basically the same. They are willing to use any rotten trick in the book to win and have it their way no matter how many corpses they are creating. From there, he manages to get his son a passport and a way to escape from Iran. Through many obstacles and stops on the way, he ended up in Belfast, where our paths would cross each other, and our fates somehow would be intertwined. He tells me another story from his country. A young girl, a virgin was arrested for the same kinds of crimes as Cyrus. Her mind was free. Something that most tyrannical governments hate. Most governments even in the Western World are not fan of freethinkers. These freethinkers might think pf some of their policies are not right. And break them at will to show how stupid they are. But some places are worse than others. This girls mind was free. But her body was not. The thing is, that they couldn’t impose capital punishment due to her virginity. But where there’s a will there’s a way. The last night of her life, they sent her parents a letter congratulating them; “Your daughter is now finally married to have her virginity taken away so that we could go through with the execution.” In other words “We got her married to one of the guards so we could fuck her brains out and then kill her! Congratulations! Here’s the bill for the marriage license! And for the noose!” Cyrus is one of few or many witnesses to tell the tale on what is going on in his once great country. A country that might have been a thriving democracy, a beacon in the Middle East if the West didn’t put our noses in someone else’s business. And the whole “Islamic Revolution” is nothing but a brain child of corrupt bastards in the west, a direct consequence of our own ignorance, arrogance and hypocritical definition of freedom. They are such sweethearts. I wonder. He tells me another story. A story of a young killer. He might be a murderer in the eyes of Bush’ USA and the Priesthood in Tehran. He is not in my eyes. He killed one of the priests in self defense in Tehran. He killed this priest that probably has more lives on his consciousness than a private SS guard in Auschwitz and the 9.11 attackers. This young man is in the eyes off the power mongers a terrorist. In my eyes, he is a freedom fighter. Fact: He shot an old bastard to death in Iran who probably deserved it. I can’t pass judgment on that. This youngster fled to Dubai and went straight to the American embassy. He wanted the world to know what atrocities that was going on in his country. He fled for his safety and his life. It did not help much. The suits and ties in the American Embassy, Dick Cheney andBush’s handpicked representatives who’s never gone through the same hardships in their own miserable lives, never faltered once. They sent the poor bastard straight back into the arms of the loving ayatollahs and the prison guards in Tehran. His fate? Imprisonment, torture and most likely a noose around his neck. Thanks America! Cyrus’ story is long and detailed. A book on him alone would might serve him and his country justice. But this is my story, and my ARK friends are there to share their stories with me. All of them victims for policies chosen by you! The fearful ignorant westerners gullible to your governments corruption. Hence Iran! Because you chose it! Why do I tell this story in the middle of this Savage Journey to Belfast, on a quest to win back my Beloved.? Because I have to tell the Truth! Cyrus’ story is not unique. It happens around the world every day. From USA to North Korea to all the Islamic countries and African ex. Colonies. And many of these countries are being served by your own governments! Applauded by you! I’m telling you this because I got a bloody bleeding heart. And this is probably the only thing that makes me still give a shit!