Musings of a former chicken

Pattern (noun), Pattern (WAY) /from Middle English patron, from Anglo-French, from Medieval Latin patronus

A particular way in which something is done organized or happens.

The Pattern has been set, that is the way the Islamist cutthroats republic doles out the bodies of the peaceful demonstrators it has either murdered by use of rooftop sharpshooters during last month demonstrations or after torturing the detained ones in its many dungeons.

First the Islamist cutthroats republic’s authorities have the family of the victim do the by now know routine. Going from known detention center to known detention center where a whole lot of desperate pleading and crying is expected of the hapless relatives. After few weeks of this intentional torturous suspended animation the relatives who are on the verge of mental breakdown are advised to return home and wait for an imminent call to come and fetch their naughty loved one-who after signing the required promissory documents to not be naughty again will be released to them. The relieved relatives knowing at least he/she is alive and will be released soon go home waiting for the promised phone call.

In a week or so the call comes directing them to go to some nondescript office where they are given the address where the detainee can be picked up. At this juncture the lucky ones are told to go to some known detention center usually the vast infamous Evin prison. Less-lucky ones are told to go to some hospital where their pummeled loved one is hanging on to dear life. The unluckiest ones are told to go to the morgue. And the morgue goers are in for yet another torturous routine worthy of Dante to explain.

Privilege (noun)

Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Latin privilegium law for or against a private person, from privus private + leg-, lex law

A right or immunity granted as a peculiar benefit, advantage, or favor; especially: such a right or immunity attached specifically to a position or an office.

Like everything in the Islamist cutthroats republic, even in death, privilege separates the people from the Islamist rulers. The relatives of almost every single peaceful demonstrator, murdered either under torture or by government sharpshooters, are told in no uncertain term to have a small funeral and NOT make any fuss or else. To emphasize their point the Islamist authorities have arrested the grieving father and brother of a victim for not heeding this directive and giving interviews to Persian-language broadcasters based outside Iran.

But in the case of Mohsen Ruholamini, a twenty five year old who will never see his aspiration for freedom bear fruit things are different.

Mohsen’s grieving father, an Islamist cutthroats republic apparatchik, gets to mourn the customary way which includes having soothing condolence messages published in the papers by his friends and colleagues.