The last message Iranian woman Reyhanah Jabbari
recorded for her family just minutes before she was
hanged in
Tehran has been released by an unknown source.
The source of the recording remains unknown. The
entire transcript
written by Jabbari has been published.
The 26-year-old, convicted of murdering an older
man, went to the gallows at dawn on Saturday in
Tehran’s Evin
prison after failing to secure a reprieve from the
victim’s family.
Jabbari was sentenced to death for killing the man
in 2007. She accused him of trying to rape her as a
teenager.
The conviction sparked international condemnation
and there were demands for the Iranian government
to get
Jabbari’s sentence commuted.
The hanging comes at an inopportune time for
Iranian President Hassan Rouhani, who has been
attempting a
rapprochement with the West after decades of
hostilities rooted in Tehran’s nuclear programme and
human rights
record.
“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 in 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 dad’s?
The world allowed me to live for 19 years. That
ominous night I should have been killed. My body
would have been
dumped 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 rather 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 to learn a lesson and with each
birth a
responsibility is put on one’s shoulder. I learned that
sometimes one has to fight. I remember when you
told me a story
from Nietzsche, the philosopher, about when he
protested to a carriage man who was flogging his
horse, but the flogger
hit the lash on his head and face…(not audible) and
he taught us 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 when faced with quarrels and complaints.
Do you
remember how much you emphasised the way we
behave? Your experience was incorrect. When this
incident happened,
my teachings did not help me. Being calm in court
made me look like a cold-blooded murderer and a
ruthless
criminal. I shed no tears. I did not beg. I did not cry
my eyes out since I trusted the law.
But I was charged with being indifferent in face of a
crime. You see, I didn’t even kill mosquitoes and I
threw
cockroaches away by taking them by their
antennae. 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 in the police office when 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 prison for it would not be approved by the
head of the
prison; so once again you have to suffer because of
me. It is the only thing that, even if 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 to 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 embracing death.
Because in the
court of God I will charge the inspectors, I will charge
inspector Shamlou, I will charge the judge, and the
judges of the
country’s Supreme Court that beat me when I was
awake and who 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 who, 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.
Reyhaneh,
April 1, 2014”


Source : http://..com.es/2014/10/the-heartbreaking-last-message-of.html

soo Touching...took a lot for me not to shed a tear

Eyah *weeping*

Chai!

Some Countries tho

In the court of the creator, she will be the accuser and her accusers will be the accused. God will be the judge. Why do they kill indiscriminately in that country? It's shocking and touching.

Didn't want to start my day with a depressed state of mind but too late.

dese words...are touching!!!!...oya film producers...come make a movie outa dis...na una hobby b dat...

luigiajah:

The world did not love us.

Can't remember when I last shed tears. I not only did now but also wept. My colleagues could not help it too when they noticed tears running down my cheeks. I read the letter tearfully to them,
May your gentle and innocent soul rest in the bosom of the lord. They that refused to give you justice and the rapist will all rot in hell fire!

hmm.... Life and all that is therein! The Law is made to protect d rich and enslave the poor. Chai there is GOD o...

Tears Flowing from mah eyes.

Afam4eva , OAM4J , Ikenna351. Please Fp

GADDAMIT!!!!!

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I HATE IRAN

Life is a biach, sometimes I wonder the essense of it in the first place, plus I feel women rights are too weak in islamic countries.

These are the kind of barbaric justice some people are propagating, promoting and wishing to die for.

tomsniel:
soo Touching...took a lot for me not to shed a tear

ME TOO

oluwasuski:
Life is a biach, sometimes I wonder the essense of it in the first place, plus I feel women rights are too weak in islamic countries.

ISLAM TREATS WOMEN LIK SLAVES

Chai

I tried not to shed tears,but the tears came out towards the end,RIP to her,she was so beautiful

Has anybody read "A thousand splendid suns" by Khaled Hussein? The book is similar to this,i cried when I read the book too,one of the most touching books ever

So touching! I pray the Hands of The Lord be upon her soul!

Only The Lord knows "why"!!

Those responsible for her dead sentence will pay for their sins.
Very touching letter
May her Soul Rest in Perfect Peace.

Injustice against women.

major466:
Those responsible for her dead sentence will pay for their sins.
Very touching letter
May her Soul Rest in Perfect Peace.

Amen

I'm so short of words.... Such courage,such kindness;even in the face of Imminent death. May her death never be in vain... May it serve as a begining for the emancipation of Iranian women and other women all over the world. R.I.P

I don't wanna say sumfin and my oga in Iran will say another.
u don't insult people with such stockpile of uranium.

Well, what els can i say than to say what others are saying, " i try not to shed tears but............"