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Houra Nikbakht, Pakhshan Azizi and Varisheh Moradi
Jinha - Womens News Agency - Nov 27, 2024
<<Houra Nikbakht, Political Prisoner: "The Middle East Needs "Women,
Life, Freedom""
Houra Nikbakht, a female political prisoner serving her sentence in
Tehran's Evin Prison, has penned a letter stating, "The Middle East
needs "Women, Life, Freedom."" In this letter, which Hengaw has
received, she reflects on the cases of Pakhshan Azizi and Verisheh
Moradi, two Kurdish political prisoners sentenced to death. She asks,
"Where can two Kurdish Sunni women take their pleas for justice?" The
full text of her letter follows:
From the northern end of "Yadgar-e-Imam" Highway, I write from Evin
Prison.
From one of the grim legacies of Khomeini and from within the women's
ward of Evin.
Last year, after visiting a doctor for symptoms that revealed no clear
physical issues, I was prescribed travel, yoga, desert walks, and
surrounding myself with joyful people to improve my health. Now, I find
myself here-where none of those remedies are possible-but alongside
courageous, resilient, and hopeful women of Evin. Evin is neither a
utopia nor the dystopia some portray for political leverage. It is a
prison, but within its confines are extraordinary women whose strength
defies the despair around them. Among these women, Pakhshan Azizi and
Verisheh Moradi stand out-two individuals condemned to death (state
murder). I first met Pakhshan Azizi in the courtyard of the ward. It
wasn't the prematurely white hair-whitened by the harshness of her
experiences-that made me think she was years older than me. It was her
unique composure and maturity that gave that impression. When I asked
her, "What are you accused of?" she gave a bitter smile and replied,
"Being a woman and a Kurd." Until the day the news of her death sentence
spread through the ward, I continued to believe she was much older than
me. Strangely, even now, I feel as though I’m standing before a woman
who has lived twice the life I have. You have to be incredibly strong to
ensure no one speaks ill of someone who shows no regard for your
well-being. You have to possess immense greatness to care for everyone
around you, even while living under the shadow of a death sentence,
never letting your role as a social worker falter for even a moment. And
it takes extraordinary courage to repeatedly urge your fellow inmates
not to mention your name in their #NoToExecution slogans, and to insist
that anyone writing about you must also highlight the plight of others
condemned to death. Pakhshan deeply believes that only her body is
imprisoned-her mind, thoughts, and emotions remain free, extending
across the Middle East. She is a woman who, from childhood, has borne
the stigmas of being labeled a separatist, a non-citizen, and a
second-class individual. Arrested in 2009 under similar accusations,
Pakhshan has always fought for a dignified and free life. Through her
conduct in prison, she has shown that she fears not death, but a life
without honor. The announcement of her death sentence did not alter her
daily routine in the slightest. Her schedule for meals, hygiene,
exercise, and study remained completely unchanged. She demonstrated that
her resolve and dignity were unshaken, even in the face of the gravest
of threats. A woman who endured months in solitary confinement-without
books, without contact, without visitation-yet still finds the strength
to cook dinner in large quantities for the #NoToExecutionTuesday
campaign. What Pakhshan has experienced in her confrontations with ISIS
is beyond what most can imagine. She is a woman destined to be a social
worker, bound by an unwavering sense of duty that transcends borders she
never considered valid in the first place. The first time I saw Verisheh,
whome we call Ciwana at her request, was in the hallway of the ward. Her
calm demeanor, impeccably tidy appearance, and the careful coordination
of colors in her outfit, right down to the small clips in her
always-braided hair, immediately caught my attention. For a mind
accustomed to stereotypes, she presented the image of a woman so
composed and unshaken that nothing, as the saying goes, could ruffle
her. Spending more time with her, without fully understanding the
struggles she has endured, only deepens this naive impression: she has a
passion for writing and editing, striving to write in flawless Persian,
her second language. She frequently orders books and reads avidly. With
meticulous care and patience, she makes kafi golilvank (a traditional
handicraft). Even during her twenty-day hunger strike, no sign of
distress was visible in her speech or demeanor-only her emaciated face
and body revealed the toll it had taken on her spirit. You must make an
effort to understand why and how she ended up here. Her tears, which
flow when recounting the interrogations and execution of Farzad Kamangar,
shatter any naive assumptions you may have, reducing them to ashes. The
fact that, after all these years, the same interrogator who questioned
Farzad also interrogated her brings a proud, defiant smile to her face.
At approximately 39 years old, she believes that resistance is not
something that begins in one place and ends in another; rather, life
itself is an ongoing struggle. For her, resistance is not about picking
up a weapon or confronting individuals-it is about fighting against the
vicious cycle of life. When Verisheh speaks of the days she spent in
Rojava and Kobani, you can't help but think that if advocating for
women's rights involves what she has done, the title of "women's rights
activist" seems almost superficial for many others. For her, Rojava was
a turning point in understanding the essence of womanhood, and the scars
she carries from her time there are a badge of honor. She still yearns
to explore the depths of what it means to be a woman and continues to
fight for a revolution of thought. Though fragments from her injuries
remain lodged in her body and cause her discomfort, she chooses to
preserve them as a memento of Kobani. Verisheh boldly declares, "I will
continue to fight until every form of oppression against women, from
Kurdistan to Balochistan, from Iran to Afghanistan, is eradicated, and
until the ideals of 'Jin, Jiyan, Azadi' (Woman, Life, Freedom) are
realized."
She stands accused of rebellion, merely for being a woman, a Kurd, and
seeking a free life. Verisheh is condemned because she chose a way of
life that rejects rigid political boundaries-those defined by a singular
language, a uniform culture, a monolithic religion, and a
one-dimensional interpretation of history. The intricate puzzle of my
life was missing the piece of living in Evin. I had to come here to
witness the beauty and grandeur of these extraordinary women. I had to
come to understand that the struggle is far broader than I had ever
imagined. I had to stand alongside these women and shout in the
courtyard of Evin, "The Women's Ward of Evin / United and steadfast /
Until the death penalty is abolished / We stand firm to the end."
These are women who fear nothing, who refuse to remain silent, even
within the confines of prison.
The puzzle of life for every inhabitant of the Middle East needs the
piece of abolishing the death sentences of Pakhshan, Verisheh, and every
woman and man fighting for freedom. It yearns for the liberation of
figures like Pakhshan and Verisheh and is deeply dependent on Jin, Jiyan,
Azadi-Woman, Life, Freedom.
Now, let the Middle East answer: Where should two Kurdish women, raised
in Sunni-majority regions, take their cries for justice?
"To whom does the grain of wheat complain when the judge is a chicken?"
To a place where men from the central authorities, carrying
identification defined by the dominant religion, sit in judgment.
Women who are deemed insignificant for central power but bear the
heaviest weight of accusations when verdicts are handed down.
Women whose crime is binding woman, life, and freedom together.
"O life, I shall not live with you,
unless I adorn you with freedom.”
Houra Nikbakht
December 2024
Evin Women's Ward >>
Source:
https://hengaw.net/en/news/2024/11/article-76-1
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