Maybe we deserve it…

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“Ours is what we bring upon ourselves” or az maast keh bar maast or از ماست که بر ماست

A famous Persian saying (poetry, actually), even though somewhat pessimistic, I can’t help but think
that it stands true for the fate of us Iranians living under the Islamic “Republic”. Living in Iran, on some
days, I would find myself in situations where I could not help but think, ‘You know what?! We deserve it!
We deserve living under such a brutal dictatorship because we’re no less than idiots in our social interactions,
morals and standards.’

Aside from that element of rage, I am even more angered to see supporting evidence for what I think
in my moments of passionate fury.

I remember just a few years ago when Micheal Jackson, the popstar, was on trial for possible pedophile and
such charges, I came accross articles by Reutors and AP of pictures of Jackson’s supporters.
Of all place… they were from Iran. Iranian, young and old, held candle light vigils for their dear
Micheal suffering in pain. . . I really dont know if this is saddening or maddening–definitly what
I would call pathetic.

More recently countless Iranians, within and without Iran, signed petitions after petition, called to the UN to
protest the fictional movie 300 made by Hollywood because it portrayed Cyrus not in the form they appreciated. Such mobilization is impressive for us Iranians because we’re quite the individualist hot–headed people.

Supporting Micheal Jackson was surely not what angered me, rather, it was the time, effort and belief
that these Iranians spent on Micheal Jackson which was far more than–at best, equal to–the care
they showed for other more important topics to protest and commemorate. I would hate to think that
the victims of September 11th got the same commemoration as Jackson…

Ramin Ahmadi–a famous Iranian activist residing in the States–also voiced the same concern on VOA
a few days ago. His comparison was so poignent it has taken me a few days to actually be able to
type up what he retold.

Ahmadi is originally from Kerman, a south eastern state in Iran. Kerman has seen many political activists,
infamous and not politicitans, and notable historical characters rise from its cradle. A prominent member of Mossadegh’s cabinet Dr Ahmad Razavi, the former president of the IR Ali Hashemi-Rafsanjani, Ahmadi
himself and most famous, Saeedi Sirjani. Sirjani was a laureate, a scholar with a firm voice and writing
style. He is unrivaled in Iran’s written culture in the current century. Of his more political pieces, was an
open letter to the Supreme leader of the IR, in which he wrote his own death sentance–for lack of a better
description. Sirjani was soon taken into prison, and mysteriously died a few years later. Some Iranians mourned
the loss of such a brave, strong and honourable personality in Iranian hisotry. I don’t remember candle light
vigils…

More recently, Ahmadi retold the story of a Kermani poet who fell prey to the hands of the IR. As Ahmadi
described him, he was a humble school teacher from a lower middle class family who wrote poetry as a
hobby. Not as voiced as Sirjani was, however he did write political poetry once in a while. Very recently,
one night, agents raided his small house to rid society of such corruption. The murderers are linked by
ex-pat organizations as related to the famous Chain Murderer bandit of Saeed Imami who killed at least 20 laureates in the late 90′s in Iran. They went in to murder this poet with a knife. In the midst of the midnight
raid his eight year old son, sleeping in the room nextdoor woke up to the scene of his father being stabbed
to death. It only took a second for the slaughterers to murder the eight year old, stab him to death with a
knife just like his father. The bandit left the house untouched to prove that this was a political murder and
not theft.

His wife, some time later, went to the local Kermani police to start an investigation. The police attempted and a few days later sent a notice to the wife that, “We have recieved warning from higher authorities that this case
may not be investigated.”

Where were the candle light vigils for the eight year old boy and his father who were stabbed to death?

In chat rooms? At the mall to buy the latest mobile phones? Watching Haifa’s latest show broadcasted
from Dubai’s MBC2?

Ours is what we bring upon ourselves…