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Iranian Slave Wife by Angela Collins
I used to be a man, now I'm a woman and recently divorced from a vicious
husband. My story is an unusual one but a warning to anyone who travels
alone to eastern parts. This is the account I wrote at the British
Embassy while awaiting my return to England.
My story starts in 2004 about 25 years after the Iranian revolution in
1979. I was on a carpet buying trip to Iran and having visited many of
the outlying carpet areas such as Qum, Isfahan, Nain, Tabriz and
Hamadan, I had returned to Tehran for the last night before returning
home.
It was a very hot night and as a result I was sleeping on top of the
bedclothes naked. Fortunately there were no mosquitoes, because I would
normally get bitten to pieces! I was unusually sleeping face down and in
a deep sleep as I was exhausted from the cumulative effect of several
days travelling in hot dusty conditions.
I thought I was having a terrible nightmare as I felt I was being
suffocated by having my head forced into the pillow. At the same time I
felt the weight of someone on my back and a searing pain as something
was being forced up inside me. I tried to scream but my cries were
muffled by the pillow. I tried to throw the person off me, but he was
much bigger and stronger than me.
I eventually managed to get my head out of the pillow and screamed very
loudly for help and kept doing so. Just as he completed his act the door
was flung open and several men dragged him off me. These were the
Revolutionary Guard. I was thrown my dressing gown and told to put it
on. He was then handcuffed and so was I. I tried to protest but received
a slap round the face.
We were taken to waiting cars outside and whisked off to the police
station. I was kept separately in a cell for several hours and
eventually taken to an interview room where there was someone who spoke
English. He explained to me that homosexual activity in Iran is a
criminal offence, and we were to be stoned to death the next day. I
tried to explain to him that I was not a homosexual and had been
sleeping peacefully and did not even know the man who had raped me. He
said that a man could not be raped, only a woman could be raped and if
she was, it had to be her own fault as a decent woman would always be
accompanied by her husband or a male family member when out. He said
that the man's defence had been that he had thought I was a woman and I
had misled him. I said I had never met him before in my life and he was
lying. He also pointed out that had I been a woman, or if I thought I
was a woman (a transsexual) then we would not be stoned because it would
not be homosexuality. He said he was more likely to believe the man's
story as he was Moslem and I was only a 'lying infidel' He then asked if
I was a woman. This was getting bizarre. I asked to see the British
Ambassador but was refused. A paper was put in front of me and I was
told it was a confession to homosexuality. I refused to sign it and was
slapped about the face several times. He said that it did not matter as
we would be stoned to death in a few hours, confession or not. The
confession merely made things tidier.
I said, "Suppose I said I was a woman, would you let me go?"
He said, "There may be complications but probably."
I asked, "What complications?" to which I was told that of a charge of
adultery with a married man. It was explained that this was a much less
serious charge than homosexuality. There would be a hearing rather than
an instant stoning which is what I was currently facing within the next
few hours. The hearing could be a few days away and there could be
possible appeals. However, if I signed the paper saying I was a woman
then the immediate threat of stoning for both of us would be removed. I
waited until I was about to be led into the courtyard for stoning and
then signed the paper.
The men left the cell and a woman came in holding some women's clothes.
I was told to put them all on and she left. There was a pair of lacy red
knickers and a matching bra, one of those long black robes that go from
neck to foot and a headscarf and a pair of flat women's shoes. I thought
about my options and put them on. About five minutes later the woman
returned and I was ordered to follow her. We left the police station and
got into a lorry, there were armed guards everywhere, so there were no
means to escape.
I was taken to a secure ward in what looked like a hospital. A person I
assumed was a Doctor came to see me. He said, "You are a Woman?"
I tried to explain what had happened but he refused to listen and said,
"You have signed papers agreeing that you are a woman and I have been
ordered to start your treatment immediately."
I asked, "What treatment?" and he said, "The treatment required to bring
your body and mind together."
I was given an injection and passed out waking sometime later with pains
in my chest and groin. It did not take much imagination to work out that
I now had breasts and had probably had my genitals removed. There were
various tubes in me and for a few days I had to urinate through the
tubes. The Doctor came each day to examine me but I was unable to see
what had been done down there. He changed the dressings each day which
was very painful.
After about two weeks in Hospital, I was able to see what they had done
and realised I had not only been castrated but now had a vagina and
judging from the dilation that they must have been doing to me it was
quite deep enough to satisfy a man for intercourse.
Over the next few days I was encouraged to walk around the ward and then
I was told that my hearing would be the next day. I asked, "What
hearing?" and was told that I was to be tried for seducing a married
man. The punishment would probably be stoning to death.
The hearing was all in Farcie, of which, I did not understand one word.
The man who had raped me appeared and spoke passionately for a while and
the three men I assumed to be judges nodded. I was then ordered to stand
facing him while some words were spoken over us and then he leaned
forward and kissed me. I resisted and was dragged off by him to a
waiting car. On the way to his house, he explained in halting English,
that I was now his third wife and I should be grateful to him for saving
my life by marrying me. I had to realise also that as his third wife, I
would have to be subservient to his other two wives who would have the
power to beat me if necessary, if I failed in obedience or my chores. I
would also be expected to have sex with him whenever he wanted and that
he really enjoyed "it rough" so the more I struggled the more he would
enjoy it.
I was badly raped and beaten that night and this was a pattern for
several nights to come. I could not escape as I spent most of the day
with one hand manacled to a long chain whilst I had to do my chores of
cleaning and preparing food under the instruction of his other wives,
Fatima and Faiseh. I quickly learnt it was easier to submit than
challenge and a lot less painful too. I also found that if I did not
resist him while he 'made love' (raped) me it was a lot less painful and
was beginning to lose interest. Soon, he did not visit me every night
and spent some of the time with his other wives. He did not seem to be
as violent with them as he was with me.
After a few months the household reached an uneasy 'truce' and they
thought that they had little to fear from me. His wives had little
education and did not read books or magazines. He had a computer in one
of the rooms and it was obvious that I would not be allowed to use it.
However, over a period of many months I discovered that he did not
password protect his computer and I located the contact details for the
British Embassy.
I surreptitiously started a dialogue with someone in the Embassy using
my old Hotmail account which was still working. However, I had no idea
where I was as I was never allowed out of the house, so I was unable to
tell them where they could come for me. I also had to be very careful
when using the computer that I left no trace of my usage of it and did
not get caught by anyone. They used mobile phones and made sure I never
came into contact with them.
I was informed that at a certain time each day in a certain square in
the centre of Tehran a man waited each day to make contact with people
who could not be seen going to the British Embassy, if I could get to
him, he would take me to a place of safety.
I had now been in captivity about two years and my captors were starting
to get very sloppy, assuming that I would not try to escape. I was
deliberately subservient and obedient and knew that my first escape
attempt would have to be successful for it would most certainly be my
only one and lead to all sorts of retribution, if it failed.
Occasionally, I was allowed out into the Souk with one or both of the
other wives to buy clothes, food or other household items. I was usually
chained by the wrist to another wife, so escape was not possible. I was
out shopping with Faiseh one afternoon when my chance occurred. Somehow,
my wrist chain had not been properly locked and seizing the right moment
when she was busy bargaining for some food I slipped away around the
corner before she noticed. Luckily I was not far from the square and as
I was dressed from head to toe in black like many of the other women, it
was quite easy for me to disappear into the crowds.
I found the contact and was quickly whisked away to a safe house,
dressed in western clothes and then moved to the Embassy, where I wrote
this story. I eventually returned to England with a new passport and
identity showing me as 'female', wearing stylish clothes, kindly
provided to me by the Ambassadors wife to whom I shall be eternally
grateful as she took a personal interest in my case and helped me
develop a suitable western style look and persona.
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