Pedestrian

Daughters of Feizollah Arabsorkhi – who has been detained since the Jun 12th election.

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I bring this to the attention of those mediums who still have some spirit left in them to disseminate information. Those who still are and who are courageous enough to spread word about the most spirited people on this earth and to bring their plight to the attention of the great people of our country.

I ask that you never again write or report of the great Arabsorkhi family and its martyrs. We were getting prepared to go see our dad. Everything was prepared. The shining red arils of the pomegranate were separated from the peel and placed in a bowl, the oranges were washed and ready in our basket – when “brother seyed hossein” called and said: “your meeting today has been canceled. Why have you spoken to Mir Hossein Mousavi about Mr. Arab Sorkhi and have quoted him as saying that “if I die today, I will join my martyred brother”?

My mother said: “really?  They are scaring us because reporters were willing to write about his spirited presence? They control these meetings, if this is the only thing they can do, let them cancel it. They’ve taken my husband, the father of my children, they think not letting us meet him is worse than what they have already done? They say we are not allowed to speak? I think they have forgotten something very important. The father of my children too is in prison for speaking. Apparently, we all, should not be heard or seen.”

Dear media! Apparently the rest of the world should not find out that we are Muslims and from a family of the revolution, war and martyrs. We must get used to our silence so that we can have the privilege of meeting our father for a few minutes. The same father who dreams of something as great as the revolution and the Imam, and who does not want to see the blood of thousands of martyrs gone to waste and has thus decided to endure this great pain. How naive they are. We are the children of a thousand cries. We are the children of the green paths of this land. We are the children of mighty, tenacious cypress trees. We are not allowed to see our father?

Who cares? We are not more special than the children of our uncle who have not seen their father for years now [who was killed during the Iran-Iraq war]. We have our uncle, and our father and the lord almighty who patiently and kindly hears our cries.

Mr. Interrogator, I recommend that instead of roaming around and worrying of news on filtered sites, you should worry about the will and strenght which has gathered in the streets of our lands.

Mr. Interrogator, do you really believe that we are should not speak? Do you think people are waiting to see what we say and do as we tell them? Were you not in the streets today [13 Aban]? You should have been there, you should have seen the people. There were bullets in the air and tear gas and batons. The smell of burning garbage and plastic had devoured the entire city. But no one was frightened. People were shouting “Ya Hossein, Mir Hossein” and holding green pieces of cloth up in the air. I was scared and I rolled up the car window. But thousands of men and women, young and old were in groups and chanting loudly. You should have been there to see it.

Today, Taleqani street stretched as far as “azadi” (freedom), “esteghlal” (independence), Beheshti and Motahari [all streets which Taleqani leads to] and the cries of “Islamic Republic” were heard everywhere.

Mr. Interrogator, what goes through your mind? My father has never before been seen as vividly in his life. Even more vivid than the reporters who have upset you. Even more shining than those who covered front page news.

[from the Koran] The lord knows and hears all things.