Dear Hillary, I am afraid I am going to be murdered.

Hello all
My name is Shaghayegh, (Poppy)
I have so many words to pour out from my heart -- in Love
In love of Freedom..
I am talking to you: Oh .. Iranian children
Can you hear my bewailed voice?
Untold stories of gallantry trying to burst out..
Children , Do you know about our place .. Here I mean? In Ashraf?
This is Ashraf City, the land of the daring heroes
If the land seems red and covered with red flower petals..
They are all hearts, all poppies that once were and now brick our way to freedom..
Even in celebrations of Light over the Dark .. even at time of war, they are there
Even if our reflections are filled with stones and rays of darkness by the bad force
All there is .. All we have; is for your tomorrows'
All we have ..is our heart and in that, is your special place
In this city .. every memory is a bridge to gallantry
Here, each road, each ally reminds one of a poppy
My adorable, kind big brothers
The best sisters on Earth..
One of them, was my sister Faezeh
She was a miracle for my solitude
She spoke of the "Freedom" we could have tomorrow
When soaked by sorrow, she would speak to me of glee and joy
Under this solemn, grey worldly sky,
She.. She was a shining sun -- over all goodness that ever was
In my missing moments and cold nights,
She filled my dad's absence *
I , I was always in love with her
I was always her little sis Shaghayegh
She would say: ' Shaghayegh , dads gone to God.
Look he is waving at us from up there!'
She would tell me ...:
'If I get killed .. when I am gone , when I am nearing the glorious sun
Don't ever say 'What shall I do now!'
Cuz I am staring at you from above.
I will come and visit you. The love I have for u.. will never leave '
When she was leaving us.. When her eyes were closing..
Her cheeks filled with poppy petals
Yes .. She left us .. she was gone
But she reached the stars and the sun
She.. She was like a bird that flew up ..high up ..
Children let me tell you...
She wanted FREEDOM
She kept saying .. there is a PRICE for FREEDOM,
She wanted our future to change color and be BLUE
She wanted the sun to win over the clouds and shine on us
I can still hear her voice
Her flag.. the waving flag? I am carrying her Flag
Now and ever more,
I want to take her Flag
Its message for genuine life
And hoist it in Iran .. just like a waving flag
Waving over Iran when the breeze of change comes .. it will shout one name :
I will make sure its hoisted; Under the name of IRAN

Shaghayegh is 14 and lives in Camp Ashraf. her sister was among those 36 who were shot in cold blood on 8 April 2011.
Camp Ashraf is home to 3400 freedom fighters and dissidents, who oppose the tyrants in Iran. The Camp was attacked many time, the last being on 8 April 2011, by Al-Maliki forces at the behest of the Iranian regime. The intention was to eradicate Tehan's opposition. The people in the camp stood firm in fending off the blood lead attack with empty hands. The Iraqis used live ammunition and humvees to crash residents or killed them. Marksmen were spotted shooting at the residents one by one. This was reported to a Spanish tribunal which has issued a decree , for comprehensive investigation into the crimes and generated a warrant for those involved in the massacre including top Military commanders in Iran as well as Al-Maliki.

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