These people are dying for things we take for granted.
Update Her Name was Neda
and her friend wrote this poem in her honor:
I'm here to tell you my sister died while in her father's handsvia Huffington post
I'm here to tell you my sister had big dreams...
I'm here to tell you my sister who died was a decent person... and like me yearned for a day when her hair would be swept by the wind... and like me read "Forough" [Forough Farrokhzad]... and longed to live free and equal... and she longed to hold her head up and announce, "I'm Iranian"... and she longed to one day fall in love to a man with a shaggy hair... and she longed for a daughter to braid her hair and sing lullaby by her crib...
my sister died from not having life... my sister died as injustice has no end... my sister died since she loved life too much... and my sister died since she lovingly cared for people...
my loving sister, I wish you had closed your eyes when your time had come... the very end of your last glance burns my soul....
sister have a short sleep. your last dream be sweet.
Text from here
A young woman who was standing aside with her father watching the protests was shot by a basij member hiding on the rooftop of a civilian house.
He had clear shot at the girl and could not miss her. However, he aimed straight her heart. I am a doctor, so I rushed to try to save her.
But the impact of the gunshot was so fierce that the bullet had blasted inside the victim's chest, and she died in less than 2 minutes.
The protests were going on about 1 kilometers away in the main street and some of the protesting crowd were running from tear gass used among them, towards Salehi St.
The film is shot by my friend who was standing beside me.
Please let the world know.
Video at these link on the Huffington Post (note very disturbing)
scroll down to 2:37 PM ET
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/06/13/iran-demonstrations-viole_n_215189.html
with much sadness
-Swinebread
