Read heartbreaking last letter Iranian womanwrote before she was hanged

<center><img border="0" height="300" src=" https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYduYhJPJfuhMm5Sn9ysk8MbsnJ6s_zUZnpy7UdjUYW-x4NEQBzHbXTVj7ujHbcYoGJokj0MMmuqq7-K3gvJ7qzif0w5VJbac9YXo-9p6LHBmR3yalrrDWIjmkzPc4fctLZHddZScMvN4/s1600/Reyhaneh-Jabbari-main.jpg " width="250"> </a></center><br/>27 year old Reyhaney Jabbari was executed<br/>on Saturday October 25th by hanging in Iran<br/>seven years after she killed a man that she<br/>claimed had attempted to rape her. (read<br/>here). Before she was killed, Reyhaney wrote a<br/>very emotional letter to her mother, asking<br/>that her organs be donated to those who need<br/>them. See the full text of the letter after the<br/>cut...<br/>The full text of the letter was translated by the<br/>National Council of Resistance of Iran:<br/>Dear Sholeh, today I learned that it is now my<br/>turn to face Qisas (the Iranian regime's law of<br/>retribution). I am hurt as to why you did not<br/>let me know yourself that I have reached the<br/>last page of the book of my life. Don’t you<br/>think that I should know? You know how<br/>ashamed I am that you are sad. Why did you<br/>not take the chance for me to kiss your hand<br/>and that of dad?<br/>The world allowed me to live for 19 years.<br/>That ominous night it was I that should have<br/>been killed. My body would have been thrown<br/>in some corner of the city, and after a few<br/>days, the police would have taken you to the<br/>coroner’s office to identify my body and there<br/>you would also learn that I had been raped as<br/>well. The murderer would have never been<br/>found since we don’t have their wealth and<br/>their power. Then you would have continued<br/>your life suffering and ashamed, and a few<br/>years later you would have died of this<br/>suffering and that would have been that.<br/>However, with that cursed blow the story<br/>changed. My body was not thrown aside, but<br/>into the grave of Evin Prison and its solitary<br/>wards, and now the grave-like prison of<br/>Shahr-e Ray. But give in to the fate and don’t<br/>complain. You know better that death is not<br/>the end of life.<br/>You taught me that one comes to this world<br/>to gain an experience and learn a lesson and<br/>with each birth a responsibility is put on<br/>one’s shoulder. I learned that sometimes one<br/>has to fight. I do remember when you told me<br/>that the carriage man protested the man who<br/>was flogging me, but the flogger hit the lash<br/>on his head and face that ultimately led to his<br/>death. You told me that for creating a value<br/>one should persevere even if one dies.<br/>You taught us that as we go to school one<br/>should be a lady in face of the quarrels and<br/>complaints. Do you remember how much you<br/>underlined the way we behave? Your<br/>experience was incorrect. When this incident<br/>happened, my teachings did not help me.<br/>Being presented in court made me appear as a<br/>cold-blooded murderer and a ruthless<br/>criminal. I shed no tears. I did not beg. I did<br/>not cry my head off since I trusted the law.<br/>But I was charged with being indifferent in<br/>face of a crime. You see, I didn’t even kill the<br/>mosquitoes and I threw away the cockroaches<br/>by taking them by their antennas. Now I have<br/>become a premeditated murderer. My<br/>treatment of the animals was interpreted as<br/>being inclined to be a boy and the judge<br/>didn’t even trouble himself to look at the fact<br/>that at the time of the incident I had long and<br/>polished nails.<br/>How optimistic was he who expected justice<br/>from the judges! He never questioned the fact<br/>that my hands are not coarse like those of a<br/>sportswoman, especially a boxer. And this<br/>country that you planted its love in me never<br/>wanted me and no one supported me when<br/>under the blows of the interrogator I was<br/>crying out and I was hearing the most vulgar<br/>terms. When I shed the last sign of beauty<br/>from myself by shaving my hair I was<br/>rewarded: 11 days in solitary.<br/>Dear Sholeh, don’t cry for what you are<br/>hearing. On the first day that in the police<br/>office an old unmarried agent hurt me for my<br/>nails I understood that beauty is not looked<br/>for in this era. The beauty of looks, beauty of<br/>thoughts and wishes, a beautiful handwriting,<br/>beauty of the eyes and vision, and even<br/>beauty of a nice voice.<br/>My dear mother, my ideology has changed<br/>and you are not responsible for it. My words<br/>are unending and I gave it all to someone so<br/>that when I am executed without your<br/>presence and knowledge, it would be given to<br/>you. I left you much handwritten material as<br/>my heritage.<br/>However, before my death I want something<br/>from you, that you have to provide for me with<br/>all your might and in any way that you can. In<br/>fact this is the only thing I want from this<br/>world, this country and you. I know you need<br/>time for this. Therefore, I am telling you part<br/>of my will sooner. Please don’t cry and listen.<br/>I want you to go to the court and tell them my<br/>request. I cannot write such a letter from<br/>inside the prison that would be approved by<br/>the head of prison; so once again you have to<br/>suffer because of me. It is the only thing that<br/>if even you beg for it I would not become<br/>upset although I have told you many times not<br/>to beg to save me from being executed.<br/>My kind mother, dear Sholeh, the one more<br/>dear to me than my life, I don’t want to rot<br/>under the soil. I don’t want my eye or my<br/>young heart to turn into dust. Beg so that it is<br/>arranged that as soon as I am hanged my<br/>heart, kidney, eye, bones and anything that<br/>can be transplanted be taken away from my<br/>body and given to someone who needs them<br/>as a gift. I don’t want the recipient know my<br/>name, buy me a bouquet, or even pray for me.<br/>I am telling you from the bottom of my heart<br/>that I don’t want to have a grave for you to<br/>come and mourn there and suffer. I don’t want<br/>you to wear black clothing for me. Do your<br/>best to forget my difficult days. Give me to the<br/>wind to take away.<br/>The world did not love us. It did not want my<br/>fate. And now I am giving in to it and embrace<br/>the death. Because in the court of God I will<br/>charge the inspectors, I will charge inspector<br/>Shamlou, I will charge judge, and the judges of<br/>country’s Supreme Court that beat me up<br/>when I was awake and did not refrain from<br/>harassing me. In the court of the creator I will<br/>charge Dr. Farvandi, I will charge Qassem<br/>Shabani and all those that out of ignorance or<br/>with their lies wronged me and trampled on<br/>my rights and didn’t pay heed to the fact that<br/>sometimes what appears as reality is different<br/>from it.<br/>Dear soft-hearted Sholeh, in the other world it<br/>is you and me who are the accusers and<br/>others who are the accused. Let’s see what<br/>God wants. I wanted to embrace you until I<br/>die. I love you.

Read heartbreaking last letter Iranian womanwrote before she was hanged

27 year old Reyhaney Jabbari was executed on Saturday October 25th by hanging in Iran seven years after she killed a man that she claimed h...

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