This is what passed on me during the memorial journey to the called United States of America. My colleagues have told you their stories which are very similar as I heard some, but I want to send you my own for you as a new sacrifice of this unfairness and injustice action.

After my two newly met friends and I passed the security counter in Istanbul, we seemed more confident about our travel and prepared ourselves for the long over seas flight. Boarded on the plane I felt a little uncomfortable and complain with myself about these long jet flights and its inconvenience, the inconvenience which will soon become your best wish from the god!

The first strange thing appeared at the entrance corridor of the JFK airport where the waiting security separated us from the other passengers. He was standing there checking all the visas with something he had written on his hand, and after my friends received, the security passed us from a unique passport gate and we were accompanied by him to the immigration office after finger print acquisition and some other registration at the passport checking gate.

Waiting more than the other passengers that came after us and do there process in half an hour made me worried and I asked one of those angry officers about our connection to SFO which we may miss and he replied that the process should be done and in the case of missing the flight they would find another connection for us, and we was waiting for about two hours on those hard chairs when the officers came to us and after some questions about our travel program and the SUTA told us that our visas were REVOKED and we should go back to Iran!

My complains about that unfair action and telling them that we should at least informed about this cancellation as the Dubai embassy had our detailed addresses or we should prevented in Istanbul didn't have any answer except aggressive responses from the security officers.

The process was going on by asking some questions every two hours and denying our requests for making any call. After about six hours when the office working shift became ended and the new officer made the similar questions, she carried me to a room which we filled out a digital questionnaire. There was a critical question in that questioner which asks me if I want to withdrawn my application for admission to the United States. I asked the officer what would happen if I answer no to this question and she replies that they will introduce me to a judge whenever he had time and until then I will remain under control. She told me in some way that the only choice is to withdrawn the application and go back home! She was trying to assure me that nothing important happened there would be no penalty and I can follow the case from the issuer embassy. I answered yes and the process that has the name DEPORT progressed. Signing the papers and full finger print acquisition from the both hand was some of the steps. And the reward of my good cooperation was to let me have call. The first one to the SUTA office that was answered by the fax machine! And the only other to my cousin and give him a message of my visa cancellation. The only calls I could make!

"The office will be closed at 12 o'clock and you should be transferred to 24 hour office of the airport" said the officer that has the handcuffs and, we were carried to the other office like the prisoners. Yes we weren't under arrest and these handcuffs were just for their security! This was their reasoning!

In the 24 hour office what happened was just waiting and waiting. Waiting from midnight to the next morning in that extremely cold room sitting on those hard iron chairs which you was prevented to stand up from them by the kind 24 hour security officers!

On the morning after making a body survey and putting off the entire irony thing we wear, it was the time to go to the jail! This time the handcuffs was accompanies by a chain that goes around the waist and we have the shackles on our ankles! Walking hard with the shackles to the car the prisoners transfer car there was a two hour travel from New York to the New Jersey jail. A car ride with beautiful scenes of the United States, with its monument of liberty, but from the behind of the jail fences! Making a thorough sense of every bump of the road and the very kind brakes of the car with our heads and shoulders!

New Jersey jail was my first experience of being imprisoned. The experience that wasn't easy to get! Registering in that prison that they call it the Process Office, was consisted of taking photo, finger print this time in its traditional way and signing the papers you would never read with the gun on your head! After that there was a room as cold as the others with some deportee guys from other Middle East countries and seeing the other prisoners that comes for the lavatory in your room. Asking them for making phone calls didn't make any answer; they didn't have time to dial my numbers! I can waste time with the broken phone in my room.

The worst thing in these hours was that we didn't even know what is seeking us in this hell. The film scenes of us famous prisons now became the bitter reality. The story of persons that was in unknown jails of the US for years may now be our destiny!

After passing about 10 hours in the jail, with all the uncertainty and horror, the officer with those comfort shackles is now my angle of freedom! Be happy man all you hopped was given to you, you are on your way to home!

Another ride to New York having the shackles until the entrance gate of the airport and then tasting the situation of being a deportee! Your passports are given to the security and the plane crew through the entire flights, and you can wait only in the transit area. After all it was only a matter of passing the time. We arrived at Tehran after about 24 hours, and there were our fellow countrymen with open hugs of questions and punishments in words and actions for going to the called enemy country, waiting for us. Four hour waiting for nothing was the last gift from my country officers in this journey. And seeing my family that didn't know if I am dead or alive was the end of this unforgettable travel!

And after all, I want to know that you as our hosts and the gathering arrangers and as the registered association of the United Stated that his members from the top community of the country the best university of Iran alumni, was first invited to the US and then behaved like a criminal what did you do and what will you do? What will you do for us?