“Mommy, why you?”

Susan Tebyanian, a Baha’i, commenced serving her 18 month prison sentence on Wednesday, June 30, 2010 [see http://www.iranpresswatch.org/post/6167]. She is in Evin Prison along with two other Baha’i women, Sahba Rezvani [see http://www.iranpresswatch.org/post/2651] and Manijeh Monzavian [see http://www.iranpresswatch.org/post/5768]. She has two children, ages 3 and 9. This letter was written by her nine-year old son to his mother in prison.

I want to tell the world that if being a Baha’i is a crime, then I am guilty of the same crime. So why not imprison me too?

I want to ask: if being a teacher (coach) is a crime in this world, then why does everyone try to be a teacher?

I want to ask: if being a moral character development teacher is a crime, then why is it that at school we learn and repeat “To teach and to learn is worship”?

Have you ever opened your eyes in the morning and noticed that your mother has been taken away?

Have you ever experienced leaving school, only to discover that no one has come to pick you up?

Have you ever entered a home in which you know that the sweet fragrance of motherly love is no longer wafted in its air?

Have you ever witnessed the crying of your little sister who has followed her mother to the door, only to see her let go of her hand to be taken away by guards to prison?

Have you ever hidden under the blanket so that your cries of anguish may not be heard at night?

Have you heard the little voice of the young one who, with cracking voice, asks her mother over the phone, “Mommy, why were you not at my Birthday?” or who when visiting her mother in prison, peering at her through the glass with one hand clutching the handset, begs her, “Mommy, why don’t you come out from behind the glass?”… all the while, you can hear her heartbeat as she waits to see the face of her mother!

Is there anyone who can answer me?

Why is it that in the middle of the night, we are awakened by the horrible sound of fire burning down our home, a fire so loud that it wakes up the whole neighborhood?

Why are we prevented from going to my Mother’s store? Why should we endure graffiti and insults written all over her store? Why did they burn my Dad’s store?

Is there anyone who can answer me?

In every corner of our town, all around my country and in the entire world, I am looking for justice. Where can I find this “justice”?

Can anyone hear me?

Why is it that this society, rather than immersing us in kindliness, love, affection and honesty, has chosen to immerse us in a sea of oppression, injustice, and prejudice?

Dearest Mommy, if they have imprisoned you because you are a Baha’i, then I am a Baha’i too. So come, O ye oppressors, and take me away too.

Translation by Iran Press Watch

Persian Versian http://iranian.com/main/blog/mona-19-17

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