NCRI – The following is Sara Mansour Bolaghi’s writing from heart for her father Mamousta Khaled Bolaghi who was hanged along with 24 other Sunni political prisoners in Gohardasht prison on 2 August 2016:
In the name of God,
I am Sara, daughter of martyr Mamousta Khaled Mansour Bolaghi, a Sunni political prisoner who was executed for his faith.
I remember the times when my father spoke to me. Once he said that when I was born, two days later they arrested him in the hospital and took him to intelligence office in Sanandaj.
Our first meeting with my father was in the intelligence office in Sanandaj. I did not know my father. I was crying when he hugged me and held me in his arms. When I was two years old, I had seen my father three to four times only. After two and a half years of captivity in the intelligence prison in Sanandaj, my father was transferred to Rajai Shahr prison in Karaj (near Tehran). I had just learned how to talk. When my father talked to me he used to call me Dad’s Canary.
Whenever I went to visit my dad, it was as if they have given me the whole world. However, it was just half an hour meeting. As soon as I started to feel his warmth and love up close, they would say the meeting is over. Every time I felt I was missing my father and expressed sorrow, he would say my flower, dad’s Canary, don’t worry, God willing I will be back to you soon. My precious Sara, pray for me.
My father was supposed to arrange a meeting to see me because I had not seen him for nearly six months. I was so eager to see him again so that he could hug me and hold me in his arms. Then one day they phoned us (from the prison) and said come for a meeting (with my father). I happily wore my pretty clothes which I bought to wear whenever I go to see my father and said hooray I am going to (see) my father.
My mother and I and my father’s family all went to Tehran. On the way, my mother and my grandmother and the rest of them were crying. I said do not cry so that my father does not get hurt, because I did not know why they were crying.
All of a sudden my uncle’s mobile phone rang and from what he was saying on the phone I understood that my father was executed. And I started to cry from there to Behesht-Zahra cemetery in Kahrizak.
When we arrived there, several intelligence agents told us: “Come with us we will show you Khaled.” And they showed us his body. My father was lying down calmly and I hugged him and touched his face and caressed him. I liked my father call me again with his warm and kind voice and tell me, “Dad’s Canary, have you come to (see) Dad.” But there was no voice. When I kissed him, it was ice cold. And this was my last meeting with him. They did not even let me speak with my father for the last time because he was in solitary confinement for one month before he was executed. I will never forget my father’s kind face and his words and I ask God we meet him in heaven.
