19 juin 2009

Pledo!


Pardonu min, ke mi ne tradukis kortuŝajn eldirojn de tiu kuraĝa junlino. Mi tremas kaj ploras.

An iranian woman weeps. Two Iranian-Americans send over the transcript, posted below. "Had tears in my eye while doing it," one wrote.

Tomorrow is Saturday. Tomorrow is a day of destiny.

Tonight, the cries of Allah-o Akbar are heard louder and louder than the nights before.

Where is this place? Where is this place where every door is closed? Where is this place where people are simply calling God? Where is this place where the sound of Allah-o Akbar gets louder and louder?

I wait every night to see if the sounds will get louder and whether the number increases. It shakes me. I wonder if God is shaken.

Where is this place that where so many innocent people are entrapped? Where is this place where no one comes to our aid? Where is this place that only with our silence we are sending our voices to the world? Where is this place that the young shed blood and then people go and pray -- standing on that same blood and pray. Where is this place where the citizens are called vagrants?

Where is this place? You want me to tell you? This place is Iran. The homeland of you and me. This place is Iran.

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