200 nights have passed from that last day. 200 nights from the day when you were beaten and the sound of your breaking ribs became proof of the cruelty imposed by Khamenei and his agents. So many battles have taken place outside the concrete walls of Evin, these 200 nights you spent in Satan’s prison. Alas, you were not there to see the courage of the youth of our nation. Alas you were not there to see the trembling of the pillars of our land. Every second of these 200 nights,the evil oppressors trembled with fear of retaliation against their crimes and though our eyes were filled with tears, our hearts remained warm.

I wish you had been there to see the funeral services for our Green icon Montazeri in the city of Qhom and to witness how Velayat-e-Faghiq came to an end. I wish you had been there to see how this government who pretends to be the stewards of Mahdi, put Satin to shame on Ashura, so that they could once again make a mockery of religion in order to further enslave and empower their lecherous regime.

200 nights in which their hands were stained with the blood of our innocent youth. Their detestable essence more apparent with the passing of each day, their helplessness and frustration revealed, leaving them disgraced and humiliated.

Yes dear father, in these 200 nights, the kingdom of those in power, submerged even more in the overflowing cesspool of their own corruption. Their ploys and tactics all turning against them.

In the 200 nights you were absent they stole much more than our votes. A regime that viewed itself as a super power and had the ambition to rule the world, fearing its own people, resorted to stealing paint (here the reference is to green paint the color of the opposition movement). A religious regime so miserable that it even stole website addresses. The leader of all Muslims even resorted to distributing free juice to attract more supporters to his cause! He terrorized people by having police cars run over them. He threatened. He called people Mohareb(enemies of God), but all this to no avail as it only lead to his further demise. They became so powerless, that even their official currency became yet another medium for further protests by the people.

Dear father, 200 nights have passed since your arrest, but let it be known that during this time our brave people made the world a prison for these ruling murderers.

My dear father, I am fully aware of all the hardship and torture you have endured during these 200 nights. When these beasts were willing to harm you in broad daylight during the pre coup era, god only knows what they are doing to you within the walls of their dark dungeons after the coup. Be strong. As the poet says, perhaps the world does not revolve around our goals today, but someday our turn too shall come.

Our victory is imminent by the fact that Mortazavi the murderer senses the cleansing affects of the opposition movement. The frightened coup gov followers all fear who will be sacrificed next in order to calm the people’s wrath.

Be strong my dearest father, more dear to me than life. Even though these 200 nights have been long and still remain, the voice of freedom from injustice can be heard from afar. Be strong, as a ray of sunlight is apparent in our nation’s horizon. These dark nights shall also pass. The truth will prevail as it always has in the kingdom of God. The promise of God’s words is upon us, an auspicious day break to celebrate the dawn of freedom.

Lucky those who have tasted the essence of honor and bravery in the darkness of the night and will awaken to the joyous dawn of freedom.

THANKS TO @nchevre FOR TRANSLATION