I need to tell you a story today, illustrated with real
photographs.
It’s about this woman.
Her name is Maryam Hosseinzadeh.
But no. I cannot tell
you about her yet. You must first meet Koukab.
Here she is.
She is crying because she has
just been told that the next day, her son, Balal
Because he killed Abdollah Hosseinzadeh
(whose picture I don’t have), stabbed him to death in a street fight (about
which I know nothing else). Abdollah was
17. Balal was 19. Abdollah’s parents, Maryam (yes, it’s back to
her, now) and Abdulghani Hosseinzadeh
were, understandably, as
grief-stricken at their son’s death as Koukab was at the prospect of her son
being hanged.
Maryam spoke to the crowd
(executions by hanging in Noor, in Iran being public).
Arah Khamooshi of the
semi-official Iranian news agency ISNA, who took these pictures, described what
happened next (all this according to a CNN
report).
She said
she's been living a nightmare since she lost her son and couldn't bring herself
to forgive the killer
Then she
walked toward Balal and asked for a chair to stand on.
And
She
stepped up, slapped Balal and said, "forgiven."
At which point she and Abdulghani
removed the noose from about Balal’s neck.
It’s a fairly regular theme here, this thing about
forgiveness.
Because, I marvel at it.
Because it’s wondrous. Because
the alternative is the hatred that eats you up and leaves you bitter and cold,
friendless even in the company of friends, alone even amidst others, the old
man or old woman (however young) with pinched face and pinched views, seeing
the world as a place only to hate, unloved and unable to love.
And, of course, because it’s so damn hard.
One more picture.
Koukab embracing Maryam
Every once in a while something happens that gives me some sort of hope for humanity as a whole.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Beautiful. Thanks for posting this - and so effectively.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great post. Thank you!
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