My kind mother, dear Sholeh, the one more dear to me than my life, - TopicsExpress



          

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. huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014/10/26/reyhaneh-jabbari-letter_n_6049846.html
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 18:00:48 +0000

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