The Master’s Dungeon belongs to detention or captivity literature genre. It is about the abduction of Iranian diplomat Jalal Sharafi in Baghdad on February 15, 2006. He was kidnapped by terrorists in Arasat Hendieh street in Baghdad, during his diplomatic mission. He escaped in March 2007 from the dungeon and reported to the Iranian embassy. This book is a memoir in the detention or captivity literature genre that describes the hard life of a prisoner in detention and his escape plan. The cornerstone of The Master’s Dungeon book is the official report of the incident that Mr. Sharafi wrote to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The report contained memories of Mr. Sharafi’s forty-seven days of captivity in a dungeon near Baghdad’s palm groves where the terrorists had imprisoned him. The book is divided into chapters numbered according to the number of days in jail. Each chapter of the book is a day of Jalal Sharifi’s life in the dungeon. The Master’s Dungeon is Mahboobeh Azizi’s first book and is categorized in captivity literature genre and escape sub-genre. The book is the result of 11 two-hour sessions and three three-hour follow-up interviews with Jalal Sharafi. The contents of the book are arranged in forty-seven sections and in each section, Jalal Sharafi narrates the memories and adventures of each day. Book Expert: I was awake before the Azan at dawn. Suddenly, I heard a voice saying, “Awake, you believers, prayer is better than sleep . . .” I realized it must be a precursor to Azan, so later the Azan would begin. These sounds are muffled and come from nearby, and sometimes entirely cut off. As if the wind brings them. When the wind does not blow, there is no sound of Azan. I am still writhing in pain. I wait for the time to pass and the sun to rise and see who would bring me breakfast. I want to eat something, cheer up and get warm. I wait for the sun to rise. How important are the mornings here? Waiting is so excruciating. It seems to me that even waiting is painful, but the morning is finally on its way. The light can be seen through the canopy of palm trees. It is about eight o’clock that a hand pushes aside the branches and the light gradually becomes brighter.

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