for my Neda, ….
I too saw Neda, the brave Iranian young woman who went out on street to show her face and protest and yes I too saw hor brutally and savagely slaughtered by a sniper right in her heart to be taken away from the midst of all that is happening across Iran but more importantly from the friendly warm and secure arms of her father and the rest of her family, along with all the other Fallen Angels.
I look at her, see her eyes wide open, looking to the sky, not knowing or even realizing what was happening to her, I feel her eyes, I feel and hear her thoughts, her last silent scream for help and for hope to live.
I hear her voice, I see her eyes, see her blood and am hurt, deeply, deeper than ever I could ‘ve imagined, in my heart, in my trust, in my beliefs and in my dreams and in my future and in that of all of us. I cry, I drop tears, many tears, like you and I and all of us and can’t even think of who painful the news would have been entering their house, I don’t even want to know how much her mother is suffering, her father, her family and friends…. I just can’t…Is she going to be the Iranian persian of Che? or all those other famous Martyrs? No, I don’t want her to be like them, she is more than that… She is a Fallen Angel, she is my Angel and I try to ease the pain by convincing myself of the fact that her death wasn’t just an accident or was it?
Another accidental co-incidence these days??? NO, sure not… Neda means voice and am sure God has seen us, HE is there and follows us, perhaps HE wants us to know that HE is with us and has blessed us all and therefore HE chose Neda, that sweet beautiful Angel, as HIS way to announce his presence amongst us all.
Neda is my voice, she showed us not to be affraid, feel no fear and be there, go out, no more tears, no more nonsense, no more useless hopes and no more blind beliefs…
I am hurt, we are all hurt, deeply, deeper than ever we could have imagined, we all lost hopes, beliefs and tursts, but am sure she now wants us to look at her eyes, feel the pain but be happy as she was a chosen one, a Fallen Angel that got the chance to go back to her creature, to stand next to HIM and encourage us hearing her voice, Neda, all over the World, and see her face calling out for help….
I look at her, I see her eyes and yes I cry, cry at loud, so loud my neighbours can hear me, but this time, I know, her voice is heard again and will keep echo worldwide even more and louder…Yes, Neda, you are my voice, you are my hopes, dreams, beliefs, trusts and lives! You gave us the hope we needed and the blessings we were looking for, that God has blessed us all and won’t leave us alone in this battle for hope, peace and life itself. We will live our lives fully instead of you carrying you wherever we go for the next 1000 years to come.
Thank you my Neda, my voice, thank you for your Blessings, for your being and for your Name that sounds so sweet and for your eyes but eyes that hurts me so deeply. … I will carry your heart… I will be your sister and all sisters together will be the daughters of Iran and your parents could always rely on us and see you in our eyes… your voice is the only voice that needs to be echoed and needs to be heard and believe me, you are heard… ….
I can’t write more…I don’t know what to say …. just tears and I wish my tears could express themselves…..
Goodbye Neda ..
