When I saw the images of Evin Prison’s front gate torn to shreds by an Israeli airstrike, my eyes filled with tears. I spent eight years behind that gate as a hostage of the Islamic Republic—held in a place where brutality is policy and hope…
When I saw the images of Evin Prison’s front gate torn to shreds by an Israeli airstrike, my eyes filled with tears. I spent eight years behind that gate as a hostage of the Islamic Republic—held in a place where brutality is policy and hope…