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

@op has she been hang?
Sad and touching.
This the kind of country buhari will turn nigerian into. APC cyber mosquitoes keep supporting and promoting sharia.

2cato:
@op has she been hang?
Sad and touching.
This the kind of country buhari will turn nigerian into. APC cyber mosquitoes keep supporting and promoting sharia.

..and you had to bring Buhari into it.