12 Maggio2010 Year 3 No. 7
I found this letter on the facebook blog in "defense of dirittti Iran "and I think we should make known to the world, because it is the demonstration that one can never destroy the spirit, the desire for good and for poverty that God has placed in our hearts. The wickedness of the schemes is the same all over the world. They cause millions of refugees and displaced persons. But ... will not prevail! Claudio P.
Letter of Farzad Kamangar (hanged May 9, 2010): For my students
Posted on 11/05/2010 by forafreeiran
[This letter is written by Farzad Kamangar strata, two years ago, while he was Rajai Shahr prison in. Farzad Kamangar was hanged along with four other political prisoners, Sunday, May 9, 2010]
Hello guys ... I miss you. Full of your past memories here of my days and my nights singing songs about life.
Every day I greet the sun instead of greeting you. Every morning, behind these walls sad, I wake up with you. I laugh to myself and your memories, and sleep inside of me still your memories.
Sometimes nostalgia consumes me inside and I was almost possible to forget, wash it all away, just as we did that once, after returning from a school trip, washed away the dust of our tiredness in the clear waters of the river in our little village.
I wish it were possible ... I wish it were possible to give your ears to the sound of water and lose our body in the caress of flowers, while our classes are full of beautiful symphony of nature.
I wish we could leave our books on mathematics, with all their problems under a rock, because when "the father did not put bread on the table" (1) what difference does it make whether Pi equals 3.14 or 100.14? We waited another
Norooz that would bring a new pair of shoes, a nice dress, a table full of cakes and candy for everyone.
I wish it were possible, once again, teach our secret in the Kurdish alphabet, raging out of sight of the school and sing songs and poems to each other in our language, and hold hands and dance, dance and still dancing.
I wish it were possible, once again, be the goalkeeper the children of the first year (elementary school), boys who dream of becoming Ronaldo, so that I can beat goal in the door by the teacher.
is a pity that our land, our dreams and desires are covered by the dust of forgetfulness, even before a portrait left by the wayside.
I would go back to being a member of the Sign. Chain the manufacturer "(2) of the first class with girls (elementary), the girls, I know that in a few years writing in their diaries:" I would never be born a girl "
I know you grew up and soon you get married, but for me it will always remain the angels, pure angels, who bear in their eyes the kisses of Ahura Mazda (3).
Who knows, maybe if you were born you were not angels in poverty and pain, you may now collect signatures for the Campaign against women.
If you were not born in this country forgotten by God you would not be forced to say goodbye to the schools (only 13 years) with tears in his eyes. Earth Girls
Ahoora, when one day you are going to pick the flowers in the fields to make crowns for your children, tell them of your childhood made of purity and happiness.
Boys land of sun, I know that you can not sing and laugh with your mates, after the sadness because in becoming men, you will face difficulties in earning their daily bread. Not But forget of your poems, your songs, Leyla, and your dreams. Teach your children to be children's poetry and rain to their land, for the present and the future.
I leave the wind and the sun so that in the near future, you can sing lessons on love and sincerity to your land.
Your childhood friend, and games, your teacher.
Farzad Kamangar - Rajai Shahr Prison, Karaj
(1) "The father provides the bread" is the first text that is being taught to elementary school children in Iran
(2) Amoo Zanji Baaf (Mr Chain factory) Persian is an old game for
children (3) is a deity Ahura Mazda in Zoroastrian
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