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Copyright © 2011 by Maziar Bahari

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Arcade Publishing, an imprint of Skyhorse Publishing, Inc.: Translation by Ahmad Karimi Hakkak of “In This Blind Alley” by Ahmad Shamlou. Published by arrangement with Arcade Publishing, an imprint of Skyhorse Publishing, Inc.

Maryam Dilmighani: Translation of “The Wind Will Carry Us” by Forough Farrokhzad.

Reprinted by permission of Maryam Dilmaghani.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Bahari, Maziar.

Then they came for me : a family’s story of love, captivity, and survival / Maziar Bahari with Aimee Molloy.

p. cm.

eISBN: 978-0-679-60419-8

1. Bahari, Maziar. 2. Bahari, Maziar—Imprisonment. 3. Bahari, Maziar—Family. 4. Iran—History—1997– —Biography. 5. Iran—Politics and government—1997– 6. Political prisoners—Iran—Biography. 7. Journalists—Iran—Biography. 8. Journalists—Canada—Biography. 9. Motion picture producers and directors—Canada—Biography. I. Molloy, Aimee. II. Title.

DS318.9.B35 2010

365′.45092—dc22

[B]

2010053882

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To Moloojoon, Baba Akbar, Maryam,

Paola, and Marianna

They smell your breath

lest you have said: I love you,

They smell your heart:

These are strange times, my dear.…

They chop smiles off lips,

and songs off the mouth.…

These are strange times, my dear.

—AHMAD SHAMLOU, 1979

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Prologue

PART ONE

The Tunnel at the End of the Light

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

PART TWO

Neither Departed Nor Gone

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

PART THREE

Survival

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

Who’s Who

Time Line

Glossary of Terms

Further Reading, Listening, and Watching

About the Authors

Prologue

I could smell him before I saw him. His scent was a mixture of sweat and rosewater, and it reminded me of my youth.

When I was six years old, I would often accompany my aunts to a shrine in the holy city of Qom. It was customary to remove your shoes before entering the shrine, and the caretakers of the shrine would sprinkle rosewater everywhere, to mask the odor of perspiration and leather.

That morning in June 2009, when they came for me, I was in the delicate space between sleep and wakefulness, taking in his scent. I didn’t realize that I was a man of forty-two in my bedroom in Tehran; I thought, instead, that I was six years old again, and back in that shrine with my aunts.

“Mazi jaan, wake up,” my mother said. “There are four gentlemen here. They say they are from the prosecutor’s office. They want to take you away.” I opened my eyes. It was a few minutes before eight, and my mother was standing beside my bed—her small eighty-three-year-old frame protecting me from the four men behind her. I sleep without clothes, and in my half-awake state, my first thought wasn’t that I was in danger, but that I was naked in a shrine. I felt ashamed and reached down to make sure the sheets were covering my body.

Mr.

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