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Jun 23, 2009 11:47 am


I asked Panahi if she said anything after the bullet struck. “Yes,” he told me, “She said, ‘Mr. Panahi, I burnt.’ ”

A Poem for Neda Agha Soltan (1982-2009) Written by Mandana -

Stay, Neda—
The twittering birds,
Green-garbed forests,
Scented blossoms… all sing
of spring’s arrival
Don’t go, Neda… -

Stay, Neda—
Sing with your people in the streets
Say, Long live life!
Down with death!
Tell the sun to shine,
the cold to depart
Don’t go, Neda… -

Stay, Neda—
Look at this city
At the shaken foundations of palaces,
The height of Tehran’s maple trees,
They call us “dust,” and if so
Let us sully the air for the oppressor
Don’t go, Neda -

Don’t be afraid
It is the sound of fireworks, not bullets
The offspring-sparks of a great flame We
are aflame, Fueled by baton-cracks and
gunshots We are ablaze Don’t go Neda… -

Oh Neda, Neda!
Shatter the cage
Break through the bars
Don’t go, Neda

Don’t go, Neda—
Look beyond the clouds
Lady sun is breaking through
She is just like you
Don’t go Neda
Oh God, don’t go…

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