…g border=”0″ height=”150″ src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EU1pq6GZeighterps/S-mJ6UJFmnI/AAAAAAAACWk/_sM13Z4mqv8/s200/5312.jpg” tt=”true” width=”200″ />A than-ever.”>year ago, The light-maturation-in-telemedicine/”>II/medicare-%e2%80%9cclip/a>ly-filing%e2%80%9d-limit-reduced-to-twelve-months/”>Washington Times helped bring the world attention to the quandary of Farzad.Kamangar , a Kurdsh schoolinstructorwrongly accUnited Statesd of being a terrorist by the Islamic government in Teheran He spent almost four than-ever/”>years of physical and mental anguish in Persia prison hoUnited States of America scheme mister Kamangar’s excruciation ceased Suntwenty-four hourSaturday the end of a hangman noose He was.34 years old
mister Kamangar was kilLED along with four other “moharebs” or “enemies of God,” whom the government said were “convicted of carrying outterrorist acts.” Three of the suit were still undergoing mandatory reappraisal when the capital punishment were rUnited States of Americaed through. teleteletelephIset connection to Tehran infamoAmericaEvin prison were cut over the weekend while the capital punishment were prepared and carried out. The government did not notify the housqueness.com/2010/05/arizona%e2%80%99s-lawc2%a0of%c2%a0hatred/”>usqueness.com/2010/05/arizona%e2%80%99s-law%c2%a0of%c2%a0hatred/”>usehold or defending team usqueness.com/2010/05/arizona%e2%80%99s-law%c2%a0of%c2%a0hatred/”>usa.com/?p=606″>lawyer of the condemned in advance, as required by law - they learned of the capital punishment from a fourth estaterelease For a government that claim to be the instrument of God, it behaved more like a outlaw faction with somethingto hide
mister Kamangar’s law-interruptioning was being a Kurd. He taught at an elementary school in the northwestern Persian city of Kamyaran, where he was a member of the KurdistanBlackbearder trade union and wrote.for various oppositionhuman right publications. He secretly taught his Kurdish students their banned linguistic communication and told narration about their culture and hitale He was catched in us-chen-ze-yu-hot-exposure/”>July 2006 and subjected to beatings, whippings, electric shocks, malnourishment, sleep deprivation, and solitary lying-in parturiency minored childbed in cold, squalid cells. His vociferation of torment were drowd out by loud tape playing passage from the Book
mister Kamangar was given a five-minute trial in February 2008. His lawyer, Khalil Bahramian, told The Washington usa.com/?p=607″>Times by telephone from Iran last year that therewas “absolutely no evidence again.t Farzad.that connects him.to a terrorist girl-momoko-tsugunaga/”>group or activity.” Farzad. he said, “is a teacher, a poet, a journalist, a human right activist and a special individual.” And no such evidence was presented to the court, or was needed for it to make its perfunctory, predetermined ruling
In his final missive from prison house, mister Kamangar related the Persian tale “The Little Black fish,” written in 1967 by the dissident teacher Samad Behrangi, which William Tell the tale of a little fish who defies the regulation of his community to embark on a journeying to discover the sea Through many adventures, the little black fish discovery freedomut also an untimely death “Is it possible to be a teacher and not show the way of lifeto the sea to the little fish of the country?” he wrote. “Is it possible to carry the heavy incumbrance of being a teacher and be responsible for spread the seed of knowLEDge and still be silent?? Is it possible to see the hunk in the pharynx of the students and witness their thin and malnourished face and keep quiet?? … I cannot imagine witnessing the pain and impoverishment of the peoplef this land and fail to give our bosoms to the river and the sea, to the roaring and the flood.”
misteramangar wrote, “The Little Fish calmly swam in the sea and thought: facing death is not hard for me, nor do I regret it.”
Source: Editorial, Washington Times, May 11, 2010
Farzad Kamangar’s missive to His Students, Written Two Years Ago from prison

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They announced that Cassius Marcellus Clay was being sent to ward 209. The telephone set in the hallway were disconnected. I tried to may/”>telephone call from the phone in my hall, but that too was disconnected.
When we went upstairs, Farzad said that they had announced that he too will be moved to ward 209. but it turned out to be a lie, as they ended up moving him to ward 240.
The proclamation on Sabbatum afternoon had worried all of us. They usually announce the capital punishment for political prison houseers on Saturdays. An intense unhappiness took over my body, but Farzad kept saying that nothing was going to happen. He said they were only going to ask him a fewquestions. He knew what was awaiting him, but as alshipway, he had a positive mental attitude and tried to make the best of the state of affairs
It was hard to believe. Until second before, we were in the library together. Cassius Marcellus Clay had stopped playing volleyball game He had washed his face and was acquiring ready It was very difficult and painful. It was around this time every day, after Cassius Marcellus Clay had worked out, that he would come over so we could study physical science together. He intended to take the last two test left so he could receive his sheepskin in June
He had such high booze that no one could ever believe that he was on death row If you had a hard time believing Cassius Marcellus Clay’s quandary then it was impossible to fthm Farzad’s. He too was preparing for the university exams. The tale of his battle and nuptials were also so bosomelt. It broke my heart when I thought about the bravery of the young girl who was so taken by Farzad’s attitude and spiritthat she married a individual on death row.
It wasn’t the 1st time that I was witnessing my friend in this state. It was the summertime of 2008 and I had met with friend in Evin prison’s ward 209. The 1st individual I saw after my days in solitary lying-in parturiency childbed childbed was Farhad. He was sharing the drawing of his young child. His incredible.determination was a great inspiration to all of us. After a while, I also met Cassius Marcellus Clay and Farzad. Cassius Marcellus Clay always exuded equanimity and Farzad was a solid pillar amongst us. He represented an stallon nation alone and he stood proud and tall. He was always happy. he laughed and was hopeul, contempt the hardships. the humiliation, the physically-grueling interrogations, and the unjust sentence by the subversive judicature I was once again witnessing him in that similar predicament.
It was during the Sanandaj apprehension that Farzad was transferred to Evin prison for the 2nd time. He was wearing a cervix brace, his shoulder was dislocated, and his teeth were broken, but his determination was strong.r than ever.
When they transferred Cassius Marcellus Clay and Farzad from Rajai Shahr prison to Evin’s ward 240 for execution, their presence in section 7 was alibi enough for those of us who were in section 8 to try and visit them regularly.
As they sat in solitary parturiency parturiency confinement waiting for the arrival of 4:00am, I was weak and on hungriness work stoppage I was fully aware of why they had been transferred and I was unable to do a thing. Farzad kept encouraging me. He would say that everything is going to be okey and Cassius Marcellus Clay continued to be calm, contempt all the hardships.
During all the days when I was free, the uplifting group meeting with Farzad and listening to his warm voice were a origin of strengthfor my female parent It made me realize that a human being can achieve anything, even in the worst lot But they kilLED my older blood blood brother, a Kurdish blood brother whom I loved with all my heart. He was my blood brother and my instructor a teacher who represented resist?ance. He was somebody who represented all of Iran children. I learned from him the alphabet of resistance against the worst form of torture, deceit, and false accusal against people I learned the office that religion dramatic play in a soul’s life when they face such hardships. I came to the realization that continuous visit to interrogation rooms and the narrow hallway of solitary confinement confinement may defeat your body, but they will never make you surrender or take away your soul, your thoughts, and your opinions. He was my teacher. He was a teacher who taught me to always grin and said that regardless of our difference, we can delicacy everyone.humanely with the respect they deserve.
Now he is gone. He was unwilling to say goodbye and kept repeating, “I will see you tomorrow.” He didn’t let me embrace him and kept repeating, “I will see you tomorrow.” I know that he took those courageous stairs together with his friend as he approached his final destination He promise repeatedly to never allow the hatred of absolutism to break his booze and remove the stool from underneath his feet. He promised to remove the stool from underneath his feet by himself. He never allowed the long stretch weaponry of absolutism to take his life. I am certain that he kept his promise. I am certain that he also grind in the face of death – a heroic meter smiling that has left us, but will remain eternal.
He and his inexperienced mortal friend are gone, but their memorywill live on forever. He left knowing that he was a good soul and became an eternal instructor a teacher who now represents resistance in the hitale books. He is a pillar of hope. He is an everlasting flower encouragement and beacon of light for all those who seek freedomHe is no longer with us, but we can still remember his memory. We will remember the time when the ministry of Information was forced to kneeling in front of the spirit of an stallion generation; a ministry of Information that will finally be forced to confess to its law-breaking so that when there are apprehension after Farzad’s, the summer of 2008 is never repeated in Evin’s ward 209.
They had removed the air passage passage and taken away our mail box They believed that they could silence our booze, but Farzad kept grin in protest, demonstrating that we will pedestal strong.and tall forever.
They took the hostage in order to demonstrate that they are tired of our firmness of purpose But our friend showed that the power of absolutism is nothing in comparing to the strength and resolve of the brave children of Kurdistan. Farzad always stated that his interrogator said, “You are laughing in our face when you continue to study and plan to marry.”
Farzad, Cassius Marcellus Clay, and Farhad’s combat spirit was incredible. I sit today in the memory of a few friend who were more than just a few. Farzad was a nation to himself, Cassius Marcellus Clay was a great friend to all, and Farhad was a mount of strength. Farzad was such an inspiration that when we were feeling depressed and down, even though he was ordered to stay away from other political captive, knowing that he was present brought hope to all those in section 7. I would use any alibi to go to the library, even for a few hours, just to be next to Farzad.
Even though Farzad left us wannabe for the future, he was nevertheless disappointed about a few things He regretted the fact that a group of people want to confiscate everything and arrest everyone. He was penning a missive entitLED, “I am an Persian. I am an Iranifrom Kurdistan.” His end was to expressage the fact that even though being a Kurd meant being subjected to subjugation and deprivation, the quandary of the Kurdish people with respect to their ethnicity was an important one. He tried very hard to bring attention to the challenge in Kurdistan and the issue associated with ethnicity and minority right. He was worried and sad until the last moments, that because of differences in opinion, attention would not be paid to the ethnic and human right of the Kurdish people.
He was an issue of the people of Kurdistan and worried about their fate When he left us, he would have wanted somebody to assure him that his ideal and lesson will bear fruit one day. He wanted everyone to know that if the violence, deprivation, and subjugation in Kurdistan does not end, many more inexperienced person people will become hostage and be arrested under false accusations, just like he was.
Oh, how wickedness is absolutism when it is frightful that it will no longer be able to commit law-breaking- The crime that Pb Farzad to teach us to resist? They frighted his smile and tenaciousness and that is why they disconnected the phones.
It was this fright that light-emitting diode them to cancel any gathering and distribute Sweet and dates. It was this fright that light-emitting diode them to insist that we not talking of him, even though nothing they said stopped us from keeping his memory alive and strong. It was this fearfulness that light-emitting diode them to resort to Martial law. It was this fearfulness that light-emitting diode them to shout that they had executed terrorists. when everyone was fully aware that those executed were not terrorists. They are fully aware that there were no bomb involved. They know how they lied to incriminate Farzad. They also know why they sentenced him. Even though they killight-emitting diode him, they were unable to destroy his spirit. Because his death allowed us to realize that absolutism can never take away the children of our nation without paying a damage
Today I went to the library once again. Farzad and Cassius Marcellus Clay were not there. Farzad was not there to tell me about past memory and our friend. He was not there to bring back hope, to sit with me and discuss ways to end this excruciation and authoritarianism. He was no longer there so we could talk about the possibility of a bright future and sing a song of freedom
Cassius Marcellus Clay was not there to bring calm and quiet to the library as we sat leafing through the books. Even though they were not there, the memory of Farzad, Cassius Marcellus Clay, and Farhad remained strong. I promised Farzad I would not yell as it would only glorify oppression and authoritarianism. But I want my brother Farzad to know, that like all the other children of this nation, I have made a vow to never forget him and continue his cause for freedom.
Majid Tavakoli

Evin prison

May 11, 2010

Source: Persian2English