Neda, Where They Silence You, The Lord Is Listening

Pictures of her death were played and replayed over and over again on CNN, a young girl’s life gone wasted, eager to have her voice heard, eager to fight for her rights, eager to be one among the crowd to make a difference, so eager she was that her life was sacrificed.

Neda was with her father together with the opposition in Iran to demand their rights of states, on this day when the world around was celebrating Father’s day, her father was forced to witness the worse nightmare of his life, Neda was shot in her chest in front of the thousands chanting for their rights. The picture of her gruesome death was too much for the weak hearts to watch, but I kept on watching each time it was aired. It breaks my heart.

When I was younger, I have always been eager to stand either in the hot sun or under the rain in long queue to cast my vote, supporting the government whom I was made to believe that will be serving the people fairly. After many years, I decided that it was not worth the effort at all, the government who claimed to be democratic, was actually more a dictatorship breathing capitalism all the time. We, the people who put them in their position were treated like a cow whose nose has been hooked on a chain. How can you fight, how can you run, how can you talk, in the end you cannot even begin to hate. I choose to just live in my own world.

Gone is Neda, a father has lost his precious child, a mother has lost her hope, will the dictators breathing capitalism feel any loss or misery at all? No, they will not, they are too high on their own dosage of corruption to even blink an eye.

Go Neda, rest now in a place better than what you have been in before, in a place where no one knows the unfairness of democracy, where the mask of dictatorship and capitalism will not be displayed.

I pray you are at peace now Neda, be reassured that where they silence your voice, the Lord is listening.