27 year old Reyhaney Jabbari was executed
on Saturday October 25th by hanging in
Iran seven years after she killed a man that
she claimed had attempted to r*pe her.
Before she was killed, Reyhaney wrote a
very emotional letter to her mother, asking that her organs be donated to those who
need them. See the full text of the letter
below;
The full text of the letter was translated by
the National Council of Resistance of Iran: Dear Sholeh, today I learned that it
is now my turn to face Qisas (the
Iranian regime’s law of retribution).
I am hurt as to why you did not let
me know yourself that I have
reached the last page of the book of my life. Don’t you think that I
should know? You know how
ashamed I am that you are sad.
Why did you not take the chance
for me to kiss your hand and that
of dad? The world allowed me to live for 19
years. That ominous night it was I
that should have been killed. My
body would have been thrown in
some corner of the city, and after a
few days, the police would have taken you to the coroner’s office to
identify my body and there you
would also learn that I had been
raped as well. The murderer would
have never been found since we
don’t have their wealth and their power. Then you would have
continued your life suffering and
ashamed, and a few years later you
would have died of this suffering
and that would have been that. However, with that cursed blow the
story changed. My body was not
thrown aside, but into the grave of
Evin Prison and its solitary wards,
and now the grave-like prison of
Shahr-e Ray. But give in to the fate and don’t complain. You know
better that death is not the end of
life. You taught me that one comes to
this world to gain an experience
and learn a lesson and with each
birth a responsibility is put on
one’s shoulder. I learned that
sometimes one has to fight. I do remember when you told me that
the carriage man protested the
man who was flogging me, but the
flogger hit the lash on his head and
face that ultimately led to his
death. You told me that for creating a value one should persevere even
if one dies. You taught us that as we go to
school one should be a lady in face
of the quarrels and complaints. Do
you remember how much you
underlined the way we behave?
Your experience was incorrect. When this incident happened, my
teachings did not help me. Being
presented in court made me
appear as a cold-blooded murderer
and a ruthless criminal. I shed no
tears. I did not beg. I did not cry my head off since I trusted the law. But I was charged with being
indifferent in face of a crime. You
see, I didn’t even kill the
mosquitoes and I threw away the
cockroaches by taking them by
their antennas. Now I have become a premeditated murderer. My
treatment of the animals was
interpreted as being inclined to be
a boy and the judge didn’t even
trouble himself to look at the fact
that at the time of the incident I had long and polished nails. 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, don’t 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 don’t 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
don’t want to rot under the soil. I
don’t 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 don’t
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 don’t
want to have a grave for you to
come and mourn there and suffer. I
don’t 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
country’s 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 didn’t 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. Let’s see what God
wants. I wanted to embrace you
until I die. I love you.

What more can I say» RIP

This is epic... Moved tears to my eyes. I thought the girl was brave even in the face of death...
RIP

I do hope her request was granted. RIP..

soo sad! God in heaven has the best reward!