For what sin was she killed?

by Bahar Mehr 

These days, with some news of the suicide, I wanted to make the last moments with my incomplete understanding as a narrative that I had written a long time ago and today I rewrote it.

Iran, under the rule of the mullahs have become a large prison, a prisoner who, if you do not think about it, is the only way to save it from suicide, which is what the mullahs want to kill their own people.

I tried to link the social problems without mentioning the mullahs, but they were completely well-grounded in the story of the mullahs, by exposing these hidden crimes, the depth of the disaster in Iran is better seen.

The short news was spread everywhere.

A girl over the bridge of the week. The peddler looked up: This girl wants to match what? A taxi driver pulled out and looked at her and said to himself, much to my daughter looks like, does not that...?

One boy ran across the street and said: Hey! What are you doing, girl? but at that moment did not hear that hum! she tired of everything! tired from life. despite all his tired cry of infidelity, all this time out of her eyes were crossed.

A pigeon flew overhead.

Was white and beautiful. that eyes fell on a piece of white cloud. It was as if she was worried about her. It lies next to the bridge railing and the breeze that shook the little brunette. she looked down to see a woman in the eyes of his mother was associated tied. Oh, mother! she had not seen for a long time.

Remember the laughter was her little brother always bothering him. When his laughter has almost fainted when I'm with you as if the world.

Her sister, who had married, they went together to the room where it intimates were together for years in, her sister kissed her, and they were alone together. We cried together and then recalling the mistakes of the Great Uncle Speech when speaking to gather and complaints aunt had fainted from laughter.

For a moment, she said: "It was great," but she took her heart, told herself, "I have no one now."

These were all the beautiful worlds that she had already lost, what remained of this government for women. does that have the beauty that every girl like her age was happy to see them do the hear that?

What happened really that she comes on this top? suddenly remembered the persecution that happened this time and wandering that was drawn.

wandering

And the first beam strangers before them, and laughter is foolish to those who had forgotten their humanity.

What is really being human in this world?

It was a question where the answer could give chirping mind because hope was lost.

Hope for a better world for tomorrow, because everybody as the same owners for more than a weak and spoilage saw her laugh.

Pinch still further.

Recalling the scourges that his mind was not working and was suddenly sighed and felt her hand lose and she found herself on the fly.

In the meantime, she remembered that this work caused more anger against the perpetrators will be all this pressure, but he did not want to come and see what happened to these cowards.

but was too late.

The first thing she felt was pain and was paralyzed. in the last moment, she sees her little brother sits at the top of her head and said, wake up my sister, don't! you want still threw scare me?

Corner of her mouth was half laughing and wanted to do good work, but its existence was a pain, then sees their brother and sister in the garden Uncle John used the time to celebrate family gathered there. suddenly she asks herself: where is the bridge going? what happened?...

A woman ran forward and pushed himself over his head while tears and shouted: O God, my heart was filled. That was double what had sinned God this innocent girl?

But crying. The woman brought into silence and began to cry

The old man in silence wept and wiped his face with a handkerchief.

That the previous vendor had both hands on his head, said: I wish I knew at the time who came and wanted to buy some things and not let it go up.

The one man asked: from where you could see that?

While crying street vendor said, frustration was clear in the girl's eyes, vendor turned on a cigarette and smoked very ran deep

A young man arrived, the scene was the saw the feel a lump in his throat and took her photo camera.

Asked one you are a reporter? The young man looked at him and said: No, but I would like to voice her.

The first open asked: Do you think the answer is?

The young man replied: If I had the slightest hesitation into this case did not

The taxi driver looked at him and said: Go, perhaps, for you to be the voice of this girl and her revenge on the ruling mullahs to take, ambulance sirens were heard from afar to transport the body of another victim of the oppression of the ruling mullahs approached. young solidified his resolve to expose this crime

He said with himself, "my sister! I promise to take revenge. seemed really his sister, the camera connected to the computer, and... "

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