M is out of jail. it feels like it's been years. for the past 5 months, every time i thought about him, my eyes would tear up. i imagined the worst, maybe because i have an idea what happens to people in an iranian prison. i imagined him being tormented and humiliated. i imagined countless sleepless nights, bad food and terrible light. i had many nightmares; i was worried. but somehow, in every picture i had in my head, he was always standing tall. he was standing strong, and mocking the interrogators by his calmness, by his piercing looks. i knew that he is in peace, and proud of himself. i can't help but to feel respect and admiration for him. i have always felt that way about him.
if not for people like him, iran would be a lot scarier right now.
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