Vafa Akhtar-Khavari's Profile

three steep flights of stairs to the place of confinement
assigned to Us. The dungeon was wrapped in thick
darkness, and Our fellow prisoners numbered nearly
a hundred and fifty souls: thieves, assassins and highwaymen.
Though crowded, it had no other outlet
than the passage by which We entered. No pen can
depict that place, nor any tongue describe its loathsome
smell. Most of these men had neither clothes
nor bedding to lie on. God alone knoweth what befell
Us in that most foul-smelling and gloomy place!