“Tomorrow is a big day, maybe I’ll get killed tomorrow!”
“I will participate in the demonstrations tomorrow. Maybe they will turn violent. Maybe I will be one of the people who is going to get killed. I’m listening to all my favorite music. I even want to dance to a few songs. I always wanted to have very narrow eyebrows. Yes, maybe I will go to the salon before I go tomorrow! There are a few great movie scenes that I also have to see. I should drop by the library, too. It’s worth to read the poems of Forough and Shamloo again. All family pictures have to be reviewed, too. I have to call my friends as well to say goodbye. All I have are two bookshelves which I told my family who should receive them. I’m two units away from getting my bachelors degree but who cares about that. My mind is very chaotic. I wrote these random sentences for the next generation so they know we were not just emotional and under peer pressure. So they know that we did everything we could to create a better future for them. So they know that our ancestors surrendered to Arabs and Mongols but did not surrender to despotism. This note is dedicated to tomorrow’s children…”
The bravery of these men and women, fighting and dying for their vote. It humbles me. It should put the people of this nation to shame. This is evidence that there is nothing American or Western or Christian about the desire for freedom. It is a human desire that knows no borders or color or religion.
I pray for these people. I pray for their safety. I pray for those that I fear will be killed tomorrow. I pray that they will not die in vain, that Iran will see a new revolution, as peacefully as possible. From an a Vietnamese American Catholic: Allahu Akbar.