By TheblUElIzArd OpEn rOUnd tAblEGroup
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"When darkness is upon you, say: <<This darkness is dawn not yet born; and though night’s travail be full upon me, yet shall dawn be born unto me even as unto the hills>>.
“The dewdrop rounding its sphere in the dusk of the lily is not unlike yourself gathering your soul in the heart of God.
“Shall a dewdrop say: <<But once in a thousand years I am a dewdrop?>>, speak you and answer it saying: <<Know you not that the light of all the years is shining in your circle?>> ”
I held my head in my hands, and I trembled.
The cries from the crowd and the girl in the camera.
I said, in a prayer, a kind of surrender I wished her peace, wondered what she rendered.
Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a prayer for the dissidents.
Afraid I gave up; I never thought the world could be so small.
And the loss of your innocence wasn’t enough, I guess.
The cost of what you’re holding in wasn’t everything.
All the leaders say, "they’ll forget someday,"
but what you’d live to see would take their breath away.
These ragged smoldering lines and these embers,
the cries in the night to say they remember the face of a girl,
who faithful and tender, wanted only peace and not to surrender.
Neda, your mother can’t cry for your memory or mourn for the tragedy.
They tore your grave up.
I never thought the world could be so small.
And the loss of your innocence wasn’t enough, I guess.
The cost of what you’re holding in wasn’t everything.
All the leaders say, "they’ll forget someday,"
but what you’d live to see would take their breath away.
And the flowers on your grave. ??
And the things you gave away were another kind that day.
And the flowers on your grave.
And the loss of your innocence wasn’t enough, I guess.
The cost of what you’re holding in wasn’t everything.
But all the people say, "we won’t forget the day, and what you lived to see takes our breath away."
Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a prayer for the dissidents.
We nearly gave up.
I never thought the world could be so small.
The Airborne Toxic Event
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NEDA -U r AlwAys On OUr mInd- Tributes Before 2013.06.20:
Don't you dare fall away
What will it take for you to stay with me
They expect you to walk away
The only way to walk is right through their faces
I'll hold you in my arms
I'll hold you as they fall
In Allah's hands
You make your stand
I'll watch you rise
Don't be afraid
Neda don't be afraid
To stand helpless against a gun
Is to stand helpless under the Persian sun
No matter what they take
They can never rob the prayer
That a life was given
That a life was given
"How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless." -Paul Bowles- The Sheltering Sky.
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