Fallen Hero Fereshteh Keshavarzi, the Headstrong; The Friday I Never Returned
Death Fereshteh Keshavarzi Kalleh-Kalleh 49 years old in Iran Karaj Marlik
Written by: Mikhak Sepid
“Blood is dripping from the black cloud, On Fridays, blood drips instead of rain. I can’t breathe, Fridays never end, I wish I could close my eyes, but I can’t bring myself to do it.” 9 January (19 Dey) was one of those bleak winter Fridays. Since morning, this song had been playing in my head. They said many of my fellow citizens and compatriots had been cut down last night, falling like autumn leaves. I wrestled with myself. Should I go or not? I looked at my husband. I didn't say anything. In my heart, I was talking to myself: Should I stay home while all those young people wallow in their blood? It’s a shame, a real shame for the nation’s youth to perish while we sit idly at home. My children were asleep. I went to their bedside. My daughter had placed her hand under her face. I bent down and kissed her. My son had kicked his blanket aside. For a moment, I thought I might stay. Then I remembered those young people who had fallen on the ground last night, and I thought about what kind of world these children would grow up in if I, too, just sat by. For the sake of a better future for these two, I’m going tonight. I picked up my blue scarf and put on my glasses. For a moment, I l…
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