Last year we reported that Iranian metal duo Confess – consisting of Nikan “Siyanor” Khosravi and Arash “Chemical” Ilkhani – was arrested for blasphemy and running an illegal band and record label promoting music considered to be Satanic.
Very little was public about the case at the time, but now Metal Injection has published an interview with Nikan “Siyanor” Khosravi, offering his first public comments since the arrest. Excerpts can be read below.
MI:Are you safe right now?
If by being safe you mean not worried about losing your life, yes we are safe. We are with our families and our loved ones living day by day. But if being safe is having peace of mind, then no, we are not. We don’t know what is going to happen to us, as human beings and as artists.
MI:Can you tell us what happened the day you got arrested?
It was eight in the morning. I was in bed and no one else was at home but me. Somebody rang the bell, but I didn’t answer. My mother came back to home at about 10, and then the bell rang again. As soon as my mother opened the door to see who is there, eight guys and one woman rushed into our house. It was the I jumped out of the bed to see what was going on. They saw me and asked me “Are you Mr. Nikan Khosravi?” I answered yes and they showed me the search warrant. They then took me back to my room. They wanted me too sit down against the wall while they were chewing up my room.
One of them started searching my cellphone, another one was searching my personal computer and my hard drive’s data. Three of them were in the hall, and the woman was staying with my mother outside of my room. They took away all my instruments, metal shirts, magazines, books, Hollywood movies (a lot of which were forbidden in Iran because of their content), the notebooks that my lyrics were in them and other personal belongings.
While they were gathering my items in the hall, they were trying to play with my mind. They were saying things like “You are done,” “We took you down,” “You thought we never find you, huh?,” “Does your family know what are you doing?,” “Tell us about the stuff that you are hiding here?”
I didn’t speak a word but I was totally shocked by how they treated me like a real criminal. I didn’t know what to say to them because I knew that from living, at the time, 22 years in Iran, our worlds and ideology are too far away from each other. I knew that someone like me would not be able to convince them or change their mind. Once they were done gathering my things, they told me to get dressed. They handcuffed me, grabbed my arms and took me to the exit. My mother asked them, “Where are you taking my son?” One of the guards who showed up a little later, claiming he was my main investigator answered her calmly and happy “The Evin Prison. You can ask about him there.”