Part of Saheel Arabi’s writing about being held in Qezel Hesar Prison during the time of war and U.S. and bombing Discover the truth of the Islamic Republic here ✍ Next to me, a few young men born in the second half of the 1980s are sitting—under twenty years old. They raise and lower their necks and move them left and right; they are practicing to strengthen the muscles in their necks. With tears and sorrow, they say: We want to prepare our necks for the gallows. Here, the smell of death is so heavy that when the ground trembles from explosions and the passage of American or Israeli fighter jets, and the windowpanes fall away, no one is afraid. This is Iran. Suite, Hall 35, Unit 3 — Qezel Hesar Prison 💔