I am running in the woods, towards a clear blue sky, surrounded by trees. I am running, my friend following beside me. Today could be a good day. It could be a calm Monday morning, full of vibe, life, and sweetness. But as I run, my thoughts divert to the bloodshed that happened over the weekend in the streets of Tehran, the blood that continues to boil, the faces that continue to scream for freedom. Neda’s face haunts me, her shocked eyes, her open red mouth. Her eyes haunt me, and I am unable to comprehend the terror, the disbelief over what has happened to my people.
If I were there, if I were home, I would be in the streets with them. If I were there, I would be asking for my rights, for my freedom, for the rights of my people, for the rights of women.
I am screaming. I am hopelessly running towards a clear blue sky, unable to believe in what little power these words hold.