To Letters from Iran
Date: 4th July 2009
We pass horrible days. Propaganda bombing is every where. Every day Ahmadinejads’ supporters make a new story to accuse us. They tortures prisoners, journalists and politicians who are in jail to take them false confessions. I’m disgusted and feel sick. They showed some “confession shows” (!!!) on state TV.
I never read hundreds shameless lies just in several days. Any way these are symptoms of a new stage in movement. Mousavi stated he is going to found a party or NGO or something like that, to keep protesting and supporting civic rights. But “country ministry” Never give him license to found such an organization. They are trying to find a way to arrest him. Karrubi visits prisoners’ families and talks to them. His words published in newspapers. It’s good to keep people alert.
Little by little something is happening. The conflict between parliament and government is increasing.
They had problem about budget. Oil price is decreasing. Very soon they can’t pay salaries.
Fortunately, People all over the world know that in Iran, nation doesn’t support the government.
Before recent events we were worried about the world attitude about us because of choosing such stupid president. The international relations of Ahmadinejad are ruining. Just some poor countries accept him. Even those countries accept him because of money. During the last 4 years he paid 9 billion$ to Lebanon, Ghaza, Syria, Venezuela, Bolivia…
All these events harm people more than government. We must tolerate this terrible period of time to reach better days. You know talking about patience is easy but being patient and resistant is very hard.
I desire to die once a day, and then I try to make myself hopeful. When all around you is gloomy and disappointing thinking about hope is almost impossible. Our parent's aim was to build a good society and a good life for us, so they revolted, and now they are regretful. We are revolting for next generations. No body knows future. Perhaps every thing gets worse and worse and we have to say sorry to our children one day.
We are banishments. We are strangers in our country. We’ve no God to trust in, no confidence, no peace, even any fun and job. We can’t live our life. We haven’t any private place to share our feelings to each other.
My intelligence and talents are useless in this condition.
I’m sorry I hate telling tragic stories but sometimes I can’t stand soothing my self and others foolishly.