A Message of Hope to Mark Nowruz, the Persian New Year
MARCH 20,
2019
Spring is in the air and
for millions of people around the world including Iran; it marks the beginning
of a new year. The ancient festival of Nowruz (“new day”) is celebrated at the
end of winter with festivities symbolizing rebirth, renewal and the possibility
of new beginnings. Many Iranians will ring in the New Year with family
get-togethers, delicious food and picnics. But for Iran’s political prisoners,
this time of year is particularly painful. Separated from their loved ones and
serving long jail terms for peaceful actions, Nowruz, which is marked in Iran
with flowers and sweets, can be so bitter.
Iran’s judiciary and
security forces believe jail cells can silence these individuals but we won’t
let them. Following are excerpts of some of their letters that we’ve translated
over the years.
“…My children have grown up. They have
changed. They only talk about their father. Their mother has no place in their
daily lives… I’m not even in their dreams; I have ceased to exist for
them.” – Narges Mohammadi, 16-Year Sentence (of Which She Must
Serve 10), Letter to her Children
“My beautiful daughter grew up walking along
prison walls and going through metal gates and looking through the thick glass
in meeting halls. I mark her growth on the wall next to the visiting booth. My
daughter learned what prison is all about from a very early age.” – Maryam Akbari-Monfared, 15-Year Sentence, Open
Letter
“My love, think about a tomorrow when
everyone will have a share of happiness… How small this prison is compared to
our attainable dream of happiness and freedom” – Arash Sadeghi, 15-Year Sentence, Letter to His Wife
“Our Gisoo has grown
taller. She understands now very well that her father and mother are not
together… The most painful part of this whole affair is that neither of us have
witnessed our daughter grow up.” – Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe, Five-Year Sentence, Letter
to Her Husband
“How could I witness the execution of
juveniles in my country and be silent? How could I close my eyes to child abuse
cases … to be able to accompany you to school on the start of the new academic
year along with your father? I just couldn’t, my son. That was my sin.” – Nasrin Sotoudeh, 38-Year Sentence (of Which She Must
Serve 12), Letter to Her Children
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