This letter is not intended to defend the highest laws, nor tho…se who oppose or criticize them. This is solely in defense of those who endure
dark and endless days in totalitarian prisons; in the hopes that outside of prison and free of chains and shackles; there are people who are waving flags of freedom; who have risen to battle the reigning darkness and ignorance … and that before long, the dark walls of injustice shall crumble in the light of ‘knowledge’…
But, how wonderful that there is no Internet in the dungeons of the regime! So, Zeidabadi, Kayvan, Bahman and the other prisoners of conscience are spared the agony of having to bear the ‘virtual’ climate of these days… Otherwise, all these tales would’ve been no less painful than the flogging that their tormented bodies endure at the hands of despotic guards… Perhaps, even more painful…
How wonderful that they do not bear witness the falling of the fruit of their immense sacrifices, into the hands of those who have not yet learned the lessons in temperance, and constructive talks and tolerance and understanding and respect for freedom…
My friends… I am ashamed of my confession… I am ashamed.
Forgive us, O’ you devoted companions; forgive us, as our pens are drawn, not for growing, but rather, as razor blades for destroying … and instead of wild weeds and dried branches, we are aiming at the roots…
How wonderful that our friends in prison aren’t aware that we are brandishing our pens in waste and destruction these days, even though we never did this, in all the months of their imprisonment, in their names…
If all the passion and pursuit and persistence that we use these days, for proving our point of views; were used instead, on trying to free our friends from the clutches of the regime; perhaps, they would’ve been free today!
My dear friends, moment of pause… Lest we allow the margins to overcome the content, and the main issues be forgotten…
Translation by Azita Eraani, with very many thanks
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