Sunday, January 31, 2010

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Italian rap for Irnaian people 's uprising



English Translation:

It’s a reality that upsets me every day

Every day the situation becomes more ugly

Sweet, on the foot of the page,

the headlines open the door to death.
You cannot talk, you cannot think

You cannot love or be.

Shout and revolt.
You cannot know, you live like a puppet.

You scream of disdain, but you already know that nothing is because of you.
And there is nobody waiting who bravely keeps his head up,

There is nobody getting ready to move his steps along with you.

The green streets are shouting your name.
But the voices are not enough to drown out the pain.

Basij commanded by a dictatorship.
With the fear of theology, Iran got closed by walls.
Batons used by Khamenei strengthen your skin.

With your finger in the sky in the shape of the “V” sign, you drive your steps.
While

the world outside is sleeping, not understanding the last of a dignity

that has died, or the doom of living while kneeling, a life deformed.
“Don’t talk, don’t oppose, just

shoot and beat those who don’t run enough!”

Get at the English media, shut down the press of the opposition,

censor the Internet, fake the elections.
The people burst with anger;

young people disappointed in their parents who trapped them in a cage after 1979.
They thirst for redemption, now it’s the turn of their Revolution.

This time it will not be a victory turned into a defeat, as history teaches. I can’t see guerrillas in their eyes.

They want their streets to not be stained with blood.
But the government is silent, hoping to not reveal how invaluable lives are to them.
The government is aware there are too many interests for other countries to not reach a compromise.
I envy that courage to struggle

That strength, that anger, that courage to change

Those beaten legs that still move forward.

Those arms which are raised and confused

And those who shout hard against a fraudulent power

to demand legality and clearness, nothing else.
A violence which doesn’t look at gender and age

Women and seniors shout on their rooftops: “Allah o Akbar.”
It’s a battle we can’t escape from,

these screams don’t want to get wet with blood

They are not looking for hatred and fury, they want justice.
It’s a Revolution which must make its way,

It must have an answer after a new beginning, an answer after a persecution.
You are the government who no longer take hostages

Free the hearts and minds, send a message of revolt
It’s a battle we can’t escape from,

the screams don’t want to get wet with blood

They are not looking for hatred and fury, they want justice.
It’s a Revolution which must make its way,

It must have an answer after a new beginning, an answer after a persecution.
You are the government who no longer take hostages

Free the hearts and minds, send a message of revolt
Translated by: Marco C., Amici Dell’Iran for Persian2English.com

Monday, January 4, 2010

New details about rescue of the two men from the gallows in Sirjan


IHR
The state run Iranian news agency ISCA news wrote a detailed report about the circumstances around the scheduled hanging and According to the ISCA-news reporter who was present at the spot, more than 1500 people were gathered at the place where the public hanging was supposed to take place. The reporter writes about the anxious people, small children, and hesitant officers.

"More than 1500 people were gathered, their number was increasing. The gallows where set up. The prisoners were brought to the spot 45 minutes later than the schedule. They had chains on their feet, and were also chained to each other. One of them fell down. It made impression on the people who felt pity for them". The report continues:" The officers were clearly hesitant about who was supposed to put the noose around the prisoner’s neck. None of them seemed to be willing and each wanted to leave it to the other. Finally someone put the noose around their neck".


"The prisoners stood on top of a car, but it wasn’t clear who was going to drive the car". The car started, the ground beneath them was emptied and they were hanged" "Few seconds later people started throwing stones to the authorities who didn’t have any other option than to escape". It continues:" I saw a woman who approached one of those who were hanged and tried to save him. Few moments later there was no sign of the hanged prisoners, and the car that had emptied the ground beneath them was burning".


The report also says that later that day two people were shot dead by the authorities in the clashes that evening after the two men had been arrested and were supposed to be hanged in public again. According to the reporter the men were finally hanged in the prison of Kerman.

Stop helping Mrs. Lochbihler.. a woman martyr in Iran !

The woman Martyr run down by so called security forces car, is being carried out to another place. Her relatives crying in disbelief and people shout "Down with Dictator"
Mrs. Lochbihler, please stop helping us.!
The movement only wishes to be left alone. If you do wish to help, why go through legal handshakes with an illegal government which is the reason for all these deaths and killings?
Why do you not stand by firm diplomatic boycots until they release those arrested, and stop masscring the detaineed under various pretexts? Why not go thorugh the Iranian people's proposal?


For the attention of EP Iran Delegation : Yes you can make a change : a revolution in Iran ! Stop helping us . Thank you

The very sad Note written on the clip that shows the lives of prostitutes in Iran ! I still think the EP delegation can bring about a Great revolution basically don't you think so! ?

Welcome, come on in please. Come and see our wealthy life made by working of bad girls and in a wrong way! We are wealthy in a different way!
The subject is her self and her sister professional prostitutes, and says FOOD is the daily strive!
The mother says... I have decided a number of times to kill us all , I also bought the stuff and even tasted it .. I am so ashamed of this life but I have no help at all to keep us alive.
My life was not like this