Iranian girl Rehane Jabari's touching last letter to her mother from the gallows

The Dhaka Times Desk The Supreme Court of Iran sentenced to death for the crime of putting a knife in the chest of the rapist after the rape. Iranian girl Rehane Jabari's last letter to her mother from the gallows has been found.

Rehane Jabari was hanged on October 22. He was only 26 years old. The Supreme Court of Iran sentenced him to death for the crime of putting a knife in the chest of the rapist after the rape. Thousands of human rights organizations around the world have been opposing Rehan's execution order. All the leaders of the world said the request for alms. Rehan's mother Sholeh pleaded that she should be hanged instead of her daughter. But the government did not listen to anything. A fresh lamp of life is extinguished before dawn.

Rehan wrote his last letter to his mother before his death. In that heart-wrenching letter, he forbade his mother to grieve. He called death as destiny. However, Rehane did not just repent, but requested Janmadatri to donate his body parts after hanging. The touching letter of Rehan was handed over to the media by the members of human rights organizations and peace activists. Rehane Jabari's last letter to his mother is reproduced below:

Dear Sholeh,

Today I found out it's time to face my Qisas (Iranian legal system of karma). I feel bad that you have not told me that I have reached the last page of my life. Don't you think I should have known this before? I am very ashamed to know that you are devastated. Why didn't you let me kiss your father's hand after hearing the execution order?

The world gave me 19 years to live. I should have died that damned night, right? My dead body was supposed to be dumped in some unknown corner of the city. What you were supposed to identify at the morgue a few days later. Also came to know that I was raped before the murder. The killers would certainly not be caught, because we have neither the money nor the power. Then you too would die after a few years of endless grief and unbearable shame. It was meant to be.

But that night's sudden blow turned everything upside down. Not a street in the city, my body was thrown first into the lonely cell of Evin Jail, and thence into the cell of this Shahr-e-Ray prison like a grave. But do not complain about it, mother, this is the rule of destiny. And you know that death is not the end of everything.

Mother, you have taught us that we are born to gain experience and education. You said that in every birth we have a special responsibility on our shoulders. Sometimes I have to fight, I got that lesson from you. Remembering the story, a man who once resisted the whipping was subjected to further brutality. Finally he died. But he protested! I have learned that establishing truth requires persistence. If death comes for him, he has to accept it.

You taught me when I was going to school, not to give up my femininity even in the midst of complaints and quarrels. Do you remember mother, how carefully you taught us the details of the girls? But you are wrong, mother. All my training was of no use during this incident. I was presented in court as a cold-headed murderer. But I didn't shed a tear. I didn't even beg. I did not cry because I had firm faith in the law.
But it was said in the trial that even in the face of the accusation of murder, I am innocent. Well mom, I never killed a mosquito. I took the stems and threw them out of the window without crushing them. I am the one who killed people! On the contrary, after hearing those words of childhood, the judge said, I am a man in my heart. He didn't even look at the beautiful nail polish on my long fingernails at the time of the incident. How soft the palm was. Can even the most optimistic hope of getting justice from the judge? Therefore, as a reward for femininity, 11 days of solitary confinement were ordered. Have you seen how big your little Rehane has grown in these few days?

Now listen to my last wish. Don't cry mom, now is not the time to mourn. After they hanged me, my eyes, kidneys, heart, bones and everything else needed to be used to save someone else's life. But whoever receives these, should never know my name. I don't want anyone to put flowers on my grave for this. Not even you. I don't want you to sit in front of my grave and cry in black. Instead, let my sad days float away in the wind.

This world did not love us, mother. He didn't want me to be happy. Now it is going to end in the embrace of death. But I will get justice in the court of God. Standing there, I will point the finger of accusation at the police officers, at the judges, at the lawyers, and at those who have trampled my rights under their boots, hiding the truth in the fog of lies and ignorance in the name of justice. Never tried to understand, what is seen in front of the eyes is not always true.

My soft-hearted Sholeh, remember that in that world you and I will be in the complainer's seat. And they will stand in the dock. Do not see what the creator wants! But only one request, I want to hold you close to the moment before the start of the long journey by the hand of death, Mago! I love you so much.