In the year 1398 [2019-2020], my wife and children were allowed twenty minutes each month to meet with me in the presence of the prison security officer. These meetings were conditional upon not exchanging any political news or conversations between me and my family members, and the meetings were limited to small talk and everyday discussions. For these meetings, I was taken out of the cell and then returned to the cell afterward.
From one meeting to the next, neither did I have any news of the family, nor did they have news of me, because I was deprived of phone privileges. In the cell, I was not allowed to have paper and pen. Once, with the help of fellow prisoners, I secretly managed to obtain a pen and paper and wrote my thirty-eighth letter to the Supreme Leader in a corner of the cell that was out of the view of the cameras. (If you wish, you can read my thirty-eighth letter to the Supreme Leader in the previous post.)
My wife would go to the Aran and Bidgol judiciary every month to get permission for visits, obtain a letter from the case judge, and submit the letter to the prison’s security. One day, when receiving the visitation letter, the judge told my wife that when you meet Mr. Mahdavifar, tell him the judge said that for every letter you manage to send out of prison, two years will be added to your sentence.
I told my wife to go and tell the judge that I conveyed your message to Mr. Mahdavifar. He sends his regards and said to tell the judge that if you sentence me to less than 17 years in this case, it would cause resentment between you and me.