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. (read here).
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 raped 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.

Life!
May her soul attain her heart's desires.

My heart bleed for this lady! What a cruel scenario

May her soul rest in peace... I really feel for her Family, Had it been the rapist succeeded, may be he would have escaped and the woman will be without justice. The deed has already been done.

There should be heaven oh because if not... people like this lady will just suffer for nothing

And she is beautiful
*wipes tears* *sobs*

So so emotional.....

Maybe I didn't read right, but did this beauty looking so delicate, take a man's life with just a blow?

So touching.......One of life numerous drama!