The Last Words of Reyhaneh Jabbari


How optimistic was he who expected justice from the judges! He never questioned the fact that my hands are not coarse like those of a sportswoman, especially a boxer. And this country that you planted its love in me never wanted me and no one supported me when under the blows of the interrogator I was crying out and I was hearing the most vulgar terms. When I shed the last sign of beauty from myself by shaving my hair I was rewarded: 11 days in solitary.

Dear Sholeh, donít cry for what you are hearing. On the first day that in the police office an old unmarried agent hurt me for my nails I understood that beauty is not looked for in this era. The beauty of looks, beauty of thoughts and wishes, a beautiful handwriting, beauty of the eyes and vision, and even beauty of a nice voice.
My dear mother, my ideology has changed and you are not responsible for it. My words are unending and I gave it all to someone so that when I am executed without your presence and knowledge, it would be given to you. I left you much handwritten material as my heritage.

However, before my death I want something from you, that you have to provide for me with all your might and in any way that you can. In fact this is the only thing I want from this world, this country and you. I know you need time for this. Therefore, I am telling you part of my will sooner. Please donít cry and listen. I want you to go to the court and tell them my request. I cannot write such a letter from inside the prison that would be approved by the head of prison; so once again you have to suffer because of me. It is the only thing that if even you beg for it I would not become upset although I have told you many times not to beg to save me from being executed.

My kind mother, dear Sholeh, the one more dear to me than my life, I donít want to rot under the soil. I donít 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 donít 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 donít want to have a grave for you to come and mourn there and suffer. I donít want you to wear black clothing for me. Do your best to forget my difficult days. Give me to the wind to take away.

The world did not love us. It did not want my fate. And now I am giving in to it and embrace the death. Because in the court of God I will charge the inspectors, I will charge inspector Shamlou, I will charge judge, and the judges of countryís Supreme Court that beat me up when I was awake and did not refrain from harassing me. In the court of the creator I will charge Dr. Farvandi, I will charge Qassem Shabani and all those that out of ignorance or with their lies wronged me and trampled on my rights and didnít pay heed to the fact that sometimes what appears as reality is different from it.

Dear soft-hearted Sholeh, in the other world it is you and me who are the accusers and others who are the accused. Letís see what God wants. I wanted to embrace you until I die. I love you.

Jesus wept.

Posted by: Howie at 08:55 AM


1 Brave Muslim men cannot control their lust or their actions. They rape, and then use gutter laws to condemn the victim. Honor and piety are bastardized in Islam, transformed into sexual deviancy and Satan worship.

Posted by: at October 27, 2014 12:40 PM

2 If there was ever a time I wish I had ultimate "hacker skills" - it would be right now - to change the topic of that Slate article to "That awkward moment when your blind defense of Islam collides with your war on women."

Posted by: Yalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! at October 27, 2014 02:32 PM

3 A beautiful letter marred by the idiotic comments at Slate equating the treatment of women in Iran with those in America.

Posted by: DMartyr at October 27, 2014 03:01 PM

4 thank you obummer for wanting a dialog with pieces of s___ - May GOD Bless you and keep you my dear...

Posted by: john at October 27, 2014 03:09 PM

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