I wonder why I have had so much trouble for some time talking, writing about events. As if I shared a certain anxiety about the news. I would have liked these weekly lines to gradually become a diary listening to the world. But the me precisely contracts, tightens in a narrow, strangled place, as dark news punctuates the hours and the days. What strength does one need to have to listen to what is happening? And should we always have something to say, denounce, discover, meditate on?
I know, however, what my intimacy owes to the world, and that neither of them can ignore each other, because that is what a human person is: an intimate, unique voice which, if it is missing , takes with it a little of what makes the world present and desirable. Or is that too romantic? Yet there are human voices that rise to remind us that we are in the world, and that this obliges us. That they need us. Muffled voices claiming our voices. We must not be silent in the face of the unthinkable which too often leads us to take refuge in a depressive and frightened silence. On the contrary, we must try to think and appeal with dignity to human reason. The crazy and abject news coming from Iran today imposes it on us.
Astiyazh Haghighi and her fiancé Amir Mohammad Ahmadi, both in their twenties, were arrested in November after a video of them lovingly dancing in front of the Azadi Tower in Tehran went viral. Astiyazh Haghighi did not wear an Islamic veil, defying the Islamic Republic’s strict rules regarding women, who are also not allowed to dance in public in Iran, let alone with a man. A court sentenced this young couple in love to more than ten years in prison! Dance and your twenty years will be sacrificed on the absurd and bloody altar of Islamic repression.
I also want to speak today about Hassan Firouzi, a 34-year-old Iranian boy, sentenced to death by the Islamic regime in Iran after he was arrested on November 26 for protesting following the death of Mahsa Amini, a student 22 years old, in the hands of the morality police in Tehran on September 16. He languishes today in the sinister prison of Evin, where he was tortured and forced to make a false confession. In his last phone call from the hospital before returning to prison, he made this heartbreaking appeal to the world: “I have only one request to make of the Iranian people. Do something to help me see my daughter one last time. Whether or not I sign any papers, they will kill me. My only wish is to see my daughter one last time. I was only able to see her for eighteen days after she was born, before I was arrested for protesting. I miss my daughter so much. My only wish is to be able to see my daughter one last time before they kill me. »
Hassan does not even ask for a remedy, a pardon, a reprieve, he would simply like to see his daughter again before being hanged to death. Worthy and terrible plea of a young man, of a young father, addressed to the world so that the voice of only one becomes the voice of all. The more of us there are to relay this call, to denounce the criminal absurdity of this regime, the more the world will resound with a loud voice for respect for the lives of others, for those who love each other to dance freely, for a tiny girl is not deprived of her father’s love, so that the hatred of bodies, of joy, of freedom, of life recedes. To overcome the hatred that men sometimes have for the world.