Sure. My name is Simin, as you know. I am a former political prisoner. I live in Brantford, Ontario. I am a nurse. I want to share my ordeal in the hands of the Iranian regime and the IRGC.
I was just 19. In the middle of the night, eight men climbed the wall of my house, found their way to my bedroom, put a gun to my head and told me, “Don't move.” One of them told me to get dressed and go with him. My brother was one year younger than me. He said, “Where are you taking my sister?” They said, “Oh, do you want to come?” He said yes. Then they blindfolded both of us, threw us in the back of a car and drove us away in front of my parents.
On that night, I stepped into an unknown world, a world that I could not believe existed. For a year and a half, I was witnessing the agony and the torture that the prison authority inflicted on the people under their care. It was unimaginable and horrific: physical, emotional, psychological torture 24-7, such as lashing to the point that you'd lose the soles of your feet or sometimes a finger; hanging you from the ceiling; electric shock; being deprived of sleep, food and washrooms; and humiliation.
Then there's one that is special for us as women—as a young girl who was not married—torture before execution. Nasrin Shojaee was one of them.