"I don't understand the meaning of dispatching police forces and security agents to surround those who want to mourn," said Karoubi. "Neda was an innocent girl who was not even active politically," said one mourner. "I'm relieved to see Mousavi here. He's a brave guy who has showed that he's not going to step back and is with his own people. He is our real president." - Guardian
Someone is coming, someone is coming, someone who in his heart is with us, in his breathing is with us, in his voice is with us,
someone whose coming can't be stopped and handcuffed and thrown in jail, someone who's been born under Yahya's old clothes, and day by day grows bigger and bigger, someone from the rain, from the sound of rain splashing, from among the whispering petunias. someone is coming from the sky at Tupkhaneh Square on the night of the fireworks to spread out the table cloth and divide up the bread and pass out the Pepsi and divide up Melli Park and pass out the whooping cough syrup and pass out the slips on registration day and give everybody hospital waiting room numbers and distribute the rubber boots and pass out Fardin movie tickets and give away Sayyed Javad's daughter's dresses and give away whatever doesn't sell and even give us our share. I've had a dream. - From Someone who is not like anyone by Forough Farrokhzad, trans. by Michael Hilman
MANY YEARS LATER as he faced the firing squad, Roger Gathman was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover
ice. Or rather, to discover the profit making potential of selling bags of ice to picnicking Atlantans, the most glorious of the old man's Get Rich schemes, the one that devoured the most energy, the one that seemed so rational for a time, the one that, like all the others - the farm, the housebuilding business, the plastic sign business, chimney cleaning, well drilling, candy machine renting - was drawn by an inexorable black hole that opened up between skill and lack of business sense, imagination and macro-economics, to blow a huge hole in the family savings account. But before discovering the ice machine at 12, Roger had discovered many other things - for instance, he had a distinct memory of learning how to tie his shoes. It was in the big colonial, a house in the Syracuse metro area that had been built to sell and that stubbornly wouldn't - hence, the family had moved into it. He remembered bending over the shoes, he remembered that clumsy feeling in his hands - clumsiness, for the first time, had a habitation, it was made up of this obscure machine, the shoe, and it presaged a lifetime of struggle with machine after machine.