As I searched for some shimmer of hope amidst this sea of darkness, what saved me was the
certainty that Atefeh was out there. That she too felt my pain and despair. That she would not - could not - keep quiet. What saved me was knowing that there were millions like and with Atefeh in Iran.
Today some are dead, others yet are on the run and too many are locked up in jails. Atefeh Nabavi is one of those jailed. Her “crime” is participation in a peaceful protest on June 15th. For this “crime”, that I would so willingly have shared in had I been in Iran, she has been sentenced to 4 years in prison.
And I who relished in the chants of that day of “be not afraid, be not afraid, we are all together” can not let Atefeh alone; for I am Atefeh! I shared her humiliation, I share her hopes and I will share her burden.