As a result of my support for these men and the wider cause of Ahwazi human rights, I was constantly monitored by the regime’s intelligence services. They put me under relentless psychological pressure, always trying to find any excuse, however petty, to imprison me again. Security agents would send intimidating, ominous messages using phones with the number withheld. They’d demand I come to their headquarters in Romhormoz. I’d be interrogated for up to nine hours and abused with racist anti-Arab insults such as “Arab lizard-eater...camel’s milk-drinker...bastard Arab parasite.” They also abused my mother and sisters as “whores.” I was bombarded with fake accusations, like claiming I had links with Wahhabi Sunni extremists. There was physical abused too; including being slapped around the face, and having my ears pinched and my hair pulled.