- Posted October 16, 2013 by
A Few Words with my Mum
You always spoke of freedom, and you were the first to teach me the meaning of this word.
You always said we have to pay the price for bringing freedom to our people and every time that I faced an obstacle you were the first to give me hope and strength.
There are few in the world that have experienced what I am going through.
I know that you are in the worst possible situation… and I will never stop striving.
You weren’t just a mother, you were a symbol of resistance for me.
I think of you, and I wish I could take away even one day of your pain.
And every day in this indifferent world I cry out:
“That is my mother who is paying the price of your indifference and inaction. (Mr. Obama) right now that you are sitting behind your desk in the White House, seven people in some unknown place in the dungeons of Iraq are imprisoned and haven’t eaten for 46 days, they are under torture and their cry can’t be heard anywhere.”
Is “human rights” only for television interviews under the spotlights, just to be used in phrases?
Or just to be written in law books that get covered in dust with the passing of time?
All the ambassadors of different countries, all you have to do is just pick up your phone and question the Iraqi government, and tell them of your own conscience and what matters to you.
To all the consciences, it has been 46 days that I am shouting and I know if there is just one percent hope of my mother’s freedom it would be because of your efforts.
I told myself maybe God is testing me through these hard days. But when I think of it more deeply I realize that God is challenging each one of us. All consciences have to answer to themselves against this crime. Everyone should ask themselves what they have done to free the seven hostages, whose only goal in life was to free their people in Iran.