if god had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth

I don’t get emotional about literature much, but when I do, it’s over Jane Eyre’s ‘Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain and little that I am soulless and heartless?’ speech. Charlotte Brontë wrote that for ugly girls everywhere.

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favorite literary classics ◆ Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ◆ 1847

“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!” 

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BOOKS READ IN 2017jane eyre by charlotte brontë

Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!

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Jane Eyre ;  Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

anonymous asked:

What if MC had a younger, maybe hotter, sister that tried to flirt and seduce everyone in RFA + V and Saeran?

Jesus Christ DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THIS *well she was like one of my best friends and jesus pent up aggression gonna be on this post LOL 

MOD Saeran happily serving you :) 

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Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!
—  Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

anonymous asked:

Hey, so I just started the books but I want to know if dany ever thinks about her mom in the books. It's sad how she has never mentioned her mom on the show

Hi :)

Daenerys never knew her mother - Queen Rhaella died giving her birth. So she doesn’t have any memory of her, but sometimes she thinks about her and the family she never knew.

Her mother had died birthing her, and for that her brother Viserys had never forgiven her.

My mother died giving me birth, and my father and my brother Rhaegar even before that. I would never have known so much as their names if Viserys had not been there to tell me. He was the only one left. The only one. He is all I have.

Her father had been slain before she was born, and her splendid brother Rhaegar as well. Her mother had died bringing her into the world while the storm screamed outside. Gentle Ser Willem Darry, who must have loved her after a fashion, had been taken by a wasting sickness when she was very young. Her brother Viserys, Khal Drogo who was her sun-and-stars, even her unborn son, the gods had claimed them all. They will not have my dragons, Dany vowed. They will not.

After she exiles Ser Jorah:

He’s gone, then. My father and my mother, my brothers, Ser Willem Darry, Drogo who was my sun-and-stars, his son who died inside me, and now Ser Jorah …  

There is also a small backstory about Rhaella’s crown - it was the only object Viserys and Daenerys had from their mother, and their family, really. But Viserys had to sell it in the end - because they were poor, starving, homeless, and they needed the little money they got from the crown to survive. Daenerys recalls that from the moment Viserys sold it, he was never the same anymore.

Now even the coin they had gotten from Mother’s crown had gone. In the alleys and wine sinks of Pentos, they called her brother “the beggar king.” Dany did not want to know what they called her.

When Viserys sold their mother’s crown, the last joy had gone from him, leaving only rage.

And Daenerys refuses to sell her own crown (that she was gifted with in Qarth), thinking of Viserys and how much selling their mother’s crown affected hm.

The crown was the only offering she’d kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn. Xaro would have sold the crown too — the Thirteen would see that she had a much finer one, he swore — but Dany forbade it. “Viserys sold my mother’s crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen.” And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache.

After Ser Barristan joins Daenerys, they talk about her family (because he knew them) from time to time.

One day you must tell me all. The good and the bad. There is some good to be said of my father, surely?

There is, Your Grace. Of him, and those who came before him. Your grandfather Jaehaerys and his brother, their father Aegon, your mother … and Rhaegar. Him most of all.

Ser Barristan went on. ”I saw your father and your mother wed as well. Forgive me, but there was no fondness there, and the realm paid dearly for that, my queen.

Why did they wed if they did not love each other?

Your grandsire commanded it. A woods witch had told him that the prince was promised would be born of their line.“ 

On her way to marry Hizdahr, she also asks Barristan to tell her of her parents’ loves:

Tell me,” Dany said, as the procession turned toward the Temple of the Graces, “if my father and my mother had been free to follow their own hearts, whom would they have wed?

It was long ago. Your Grace would not know them.

You know, though. Tell me.

The old knight inclined his head. “The queen your mother was always mindful of her duty.” He was handsome in his gold-and-silver armor, his white cloak streaming from his shoulders, but he sounded like a man in pain, as if every word were a stone he had to pass. “As a girl, though … she was once smitten with a young knight from the stormlands who wore her favor at a tourney and named her queen of love and beauty. A brief thing.

What happened to this knight?

He put away his lance the day your lady mother wed your father. Afterward he became most pious, and was heard to say that only the Maiden could replace Queen Rhaella in his heart. His passion was impossible, of course. A landed knight is no fit consort for a princess of royal blood.

Rhaegar is more often present in Daenerys’ thoughts, but she does think of her mother Queen Rhaella too.

“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!”
- Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (1847)

Staycation Vacation

Requested

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“Goddamn, we need a vacation.”

You watched as Dean plopped down on the couch, covered in a goo you didn’t even want to know where it came from. Sam looked just as bad but had enough strength to sit upright.

“Yeah,” Sam said, wearily and full of sarcasm. “A vacation. Just like a normal family.”

“I think it’d be a nice idea,” you said. “You two desperately need it.”

The brothers looked over at you before sharing a look between themselves.

“Well,” Sam started.

“I mean, we’ve covered a lot of cases recently,” Dean added.

“There’s no major apocalypse happening right now…”

“A few days off never hurt anyone.”

“Well, that’s settled,” you said. “So, where y’all going?”

“Nuh-uh,” Dean said, pulling himself from the couch and heading for the kitchen. “You’re coming with us.”

“Why?” you called after him but didn’t get an answer. You turned to Sam. “I mean, you two are the hunters. I just live here. My life is already a vacation.”

“True, but you’re family.”

Dean stepped back in, beers in one hand, Sam’s laptop in the other. He tossed the machine on his brother’s lap, earning a grunt from him, before settling down next to him. “So, where should we start?”

“Tropical?” you suggested.

“I’m not really into swim trunks and fruity drinks,” Dean said, lifting the bottle to his lips. “Although women in coconut bikinis are always striking.”

“Definitely not tropical,” Sam said, typing something into the search bar.

“Amusement park?” you said. “Like….”

“Please don’t say–”

“Disney World?”

“No. Hell no,” Dean said. “I’m not setting foot in that tourist trap. Too many kids and giant mice and…” He shook his head with a grimace.

“What about a road trip? Like visiting all those roadside attractions. World’s largest ball of twine, world’s largest ball of paint, world’s largest rocking chair, world’s largest bottle of ketchup, world’s largest–”

“Pain in my ass?” Dean asked. “Because that’s what you’re starting to be.”

“Be nice,” Sam gently chided.

“You’re the one who brought up the idea of a vacation,” you pointed out. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Right. Sorry.”

The three of you examined vacation spots for hours, but nothing appealed to any of you one hundred percent.

“Maybe we should just forget this,” Dean said. “We’ll just have a staycation here in the bunker. Order in some food, watch some shitty cable.”

“Yeah, that sounds exciting,” Sam said.

An idea began to form in your mind. It wasn’t something you were too pleased about, but you couldn’t help but think that the brothers might enjoy it. There was plenty to do in the surrounding area, but the location was large enough that they shouldn’t get bored. It had the elements of a staycation as well as a vacation.

“Um, I think I know of a place,” you said.

“If you say Disney World again, I swear I’m gonna–”

“No, Dean.”

“So, where’re you thinking?” Sam asked.

“It’s… a surprise. But I think you’re going to like it.” You stood, heading down the hall. “Pack your bags. We’ll need to leave by eight if we want to get there before dinner.”

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“All right, make a left up there.”

“Uh,” Dean said. “This doesn’t seem like a vacation-y place. Are you sure you know where we’re going?”

“Yes, Dean. Just keep driving. Left.”

Dean turned left, following the road until he reached a gate.

“What the hell,” he said. “This is a residence. I knew you didn’t know–”

“1987.”

“Excuse me?”

“The passcode. 1987.”

Dean looked to his left and saw a little keypad nestled inside what looked like a birdhouse. He shot a look back to you in the rearview before rolling the window down and pressing the keys. The gate began to swing open, revealing a long drive.

“Okay, what the hell is happening here?”

“Just drive,” you said. “Take the right fork when we get to it.”

Dean continued to drive, slightly wary of this whole situation. He watched in the rearview as the gate closed behind him.

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Carefully, he pulled the gun from the glovebox, just in case.

The fork in the road appeared and Dean took the right division. He followed it until he pulled up to a large, beautiful house.

“What is this, some sort of resort?”

You didn’t answer, simply exited the car. The brothers followed you to the front door, watching as you pulled a key out of your pocket. It unlocked the door to their surprise.

Stepping into the foyer felt like stepping into a movie. A large, double staircase greeted the group, a glittering chandelier hanging in the middle. To the left, a hall led to a kitchen, if the glimpse of a fridge in the end room was any indication. To the right, a parlor, with an ornate couch in view. A few doors were in either of the side halls, inciting interest.

“Make yourselves at home,” you said, stepping down the hall to the kitchen. The boys followed you, watching as you opened the fridge, examining the contents. You nodded in approval before stepping to the cabinets, finding more goodies there.

“So, where exactly are we?” Dean asked.

“Promise you won’t… freak out.”

“Oh my God. Did we break into someone’s house?”

“No. This is my house.”

The brothers were quiet a moment before Dean started laughing. “Yeah, right,” he said.

“I’m serious. Well, partially. This is technically the guest house located on the property where I grew up. But I did move out of ‘the big house’ when I was fifteen and settled in here, so…”

“You mean there’s a house bigger than this?”

“Yeah. Down the left fork.”

The brothers shared a look before darting out of the kitchen, exploring every nook and cranny of the house they could find (though they were wary of getting lost). They found the parlor, the billiards room, the in-home theater, the six different bedrooms, the library, the office, the art studio, the wine cellar, the walk-in pantry (that was as large as the bunker’s kitchen). Outside they saw a tennis court, a swimming pool, a fire pit, a basketball court, a croquet field, and what looked like a horse stable in the distance.

They managed to weave their way back to the parlor, where you sat, flipping through a magazine.

“There’s a bigger house?” Dean asked.

“Yes, but I’d rather not go there. Bad memories, if you know what I mean.”

The brothers sat on the couch across from you (the plushest, softest leather either of them had ever felt). “When were you going to tell us about this?” Sam asked.

“About what?”

“The fact that you’re loaded!” Dean said.

“I’m not. I mean, I have money, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t–”

“You’ve seen our lifestyle,” Dean said. “You know you’re loaded.”

You sighed. “If it helps, I shared the wealth.”

The brothers shared a confused look. “Is that how our accounts suddenly had four times the amount we thought they had?” Sam asked.

You nodded. “I made monthly deposits. I wanted to feel like I was contributing.”

The brothers said nothing for a while.

“Look, I know this is kind of lame,” you said. “But Dean mentioned a staycation and I figured it would be nice for you two to get away from the bunker. We can still order in food and watch crappy TV, but now you also have access to…” You waved your hand vaguely around.

“This is too much,” Sam said.

“Please. Let me give this to you. You deserve it.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, elbowing his brother. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”  

One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Eight)

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One Year

Beauty and the Beast (2017) | Gaston x OC (Gaston x Anne)

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and Villeneuve’s memories of him come to an end.

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Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

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When the hustle and bustle of Villeneuve fell to a haunting silence in the late hours of the evening, that’s when a particular stranger crept further down the cobblestone road. Vayle had been pleased with the leisurely progress of her plan thus far, and she had decided the time was now to accelerate its pace. She removed her cloak, draping a deep blue cloth around her head and underneath her chin. Tying it securely, the old woman tamed loose strands of pale, frizzy hair and strolled deeper into the shadows.

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Favorite Films - Jane Eyre (2011) (1/?)     

“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!” 

Burning it Down Smaug x Reader: All parts thus far

The moment that you felt the mountain tremble beneath your feet you knew for certain that Bilbo had awoken the beast. Running purely on adrenaline and concern, you rushed through the narrow passageways until you reached a great hall. The sight that met your eyes took your breath away. The hall itself was much larger than you had ever imagined. It was constructed of beautifully carved stone columns and was filled with enough gold to surely buy the entire world. You would have loved nothing more than to admire and explore this architectural work of art for hours on end, but you had to find Bilbo. You hadn’t even begun to formulate any sort of rescue plan, you just knew that you couldnt leave him to face Smaug’s wrath alone.

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fictional ladies of the 19th century: Jane Eyre 

Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are! 

ES Book 2 Connections/Theories

So after discovering Rourke’s Computer Password and the different constellations, I tried looking up the legends behind the different constellations to see if they connect anywhere.

This is what I’ve found… Your welcome to make your own theories based on this information. I have no idea what will happen in Book 2 but there are some similarities in the constellations and places where they connect.

Jake: Lupus (Wolf) and Raj: Centaurus (Centaur)

In ancient times, the constellation “Lupus” was a group of stars inside “Centaurus” and was considered to be an animal being killed or about to be killed for Centaurus.

If you didn’t rescue Raj in Book 1, is there a chance he’s out for vengeance and tries to kill Jake?

Michelle: Pavo (Peacock)

I thought this was interesting because its the story of someone who was unfaithful and cheated on their spouse. What’s also interesting is the Goddess related to the Peacock is known for her jealous and vengeful nature against Zeus’s other lovers.

Zeus lusted after a beautiful princess of Argos named “Lo”. Zeus turned “Lo” into a cow (How romantic!) so he could sneak her past his wife, Hera. (Hera is the Goddess of Women and Marriage and in Greek Mythology, The Queen of Heaven) Hera saw through Zeus’ trick and asked Zeus to give her the cow as a gift. It would be insulting not to so he did and then Hera banished Princess Lo and arranged for a creature with 100 eyes (Argus) to guard the pregnant Princess. Zeus asked Hermes to save Lo so Hermes killed Argus. Hera put his hundreds of eyes on the tail of a peacock (Her favorite bird).

Zahra: Corvus (Raven), Craig: Ursa Major (Bear) and Rourke: “Hydra”

Corvus is also a legend of unfaithfulness - Maybe it has something to do with why Craig & Zahra are no longer together? Also Corvus was cursed to be forever thirsty - Might that have anything to do with how much Zahra drinks? Or was that just a funny quirk?

Rourke is said to represent “Hydra” which a Hydra is also a sea monster but John H. Rogers said that Hydra signified Ningishzida, God of the Underworld. He said that Corvus and Crater (Along with Hydra) were symbols of death and marked the gate to the underworld. The name “ Ningishzida” translates to Lord of the Good Tree. He is depicted as a serpent with a human head ((Similar to Aleister!))

Also it’s worth noting that the legend of Ursa Major is ALSO about unfaithfulness. The wife of the one who cheated turned his lover into a bear so that she would no longer be attractive to her husband.

Quinn: Delphinus (Dolphin), Neptune’s Cove and Aleister: Serpens (Serpent)

A rich poet/court musician was traveling home with all his wealth but seeing all his wealth, the crew of the ship turned against him. Threatened with death, he asked to be granted one last wish which the crew allowed… He wanted to sing a dirge (Which is a song for the dead). After he did this he flung himself into the sea but before he drowned he was rescued by a dolphin that had been charmed by his music.

If this has any relation to Quinn… it would seem that the Poet accepted his death but before he died he was rescued.

In your suite you find a lover’s letter asking them to meet them at “Neptune’s Cove”

Neptune is the Roman name for Poseidon. Poseidon fell in love with a water nymph on an island and fell in love with her. She refused him but he was not discouraged. He asked his servant, a dolphin, to look for her. The dolphin found her, pleaded Poseidon’s case so persuasively that she changed her mind. As a reward for finding and returning the nymph, Poseidon immortalized the dolphin as the constellation, Dolphinus.

This doesn’t explain Neptune’s Cove but maybe Quinn will have something to do with it down the line.

Serpens was a snake held by the healer Asclepius. The healer once killed a snake but it resurrected after a second snake placed a revival herb on it before its death. Snakes shedding their skin every year represents rebirth in Greek Society - Legend says the healer would revive dead humans with the same technique he witnessed.

Could there be a relation between these two? Will Aleister find a way to heal Quinn?

MC: Andromeda (Chained Princess) & The Sea Monster

Andromeda’s parents said that she was more beautiful than the Nereids so Poseidon sends a sea monster to ravage their city as punishment. Andromeda’s parents are told that the only way to get the sea monster to leave them alone is to chain Andromeda to a rock and offer her as a sacrifice. Luckily she is rescued by Perseus who marries her after.

Maybe there’s some connection between MC and the Sea Monster?

Also it’s mentioned that this story is an example of the “Princess and the Dragon” Motif which is the popular, “Princess in trouble… Needs rescuing from a dragon or other scary monster… Prince saves her.” But the reference to the word dragon could have some tie to Draco/Estela especially since there are scenes you can unlock where Estela admits to having previous memories with MC but can’t remember anything but bits and pieces. 

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That’s all I found. Poor Diego’s by himself… His constellation represents a hunting dog and the only thing Sean had in common was he was mentioned on the Wiki page of Zahra’s constellation but only briefly.

Were you able to come up with any theories based on these connections? If so please share them and tag me or comment!! I can hardly wait for Book 2 in July and love brainstorming new ideas!

Young and Beautiful Chapter 6 - The Lovers

Type: Alternative History (AU)

Background: Ancient Egypt

CP: Huedhaut × Reader

Warning: Mature


The Palace was roused by the sound of bell, piercing the cold night air and echoing among the chambers. People left their beds, wondered what had happened to Pharaoh, but queries were sealed beyond the doors. Followed your immediate orders Krioff led his men to isolate the main chambers and later joined Zyglavis and Scorpio with at least four hundred armed soldiers. They rushed to seal every door of the whole palace, locking people inside their own rooms. Only the ones who possessed a ring from Pharaoh could move freely.

You gave out four of your old rings - The hieroglyphics of “Queen __” were etched in gold or silver - With them Helena, Krioff, Zyglavis, and Scorpio could split up to execute their tasks. 

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last message of Reyhaneh Jabbari to her mother.

Dear Sholeh, today I learned that it is now my turn to face Qisas (the Iranian regime’s law of retribution). I am hurt as to why you did not let me know yourself that I have reached the last page of the book of my life. Don’t you think that I should know? You know how ashamed I am that you are sad. Why did you not take the chance for me to kiss your hand and that of dad?

The world allowed me to live for 19 years. That ominous night it was I that should have been killed. My body would have been thrown in some corner of the city, and after a few days, the police would have taken you to the coroner’s office to identify my body and there you would also learn that I had been raped as well. The murderer would have never been found since we don’t have their wealth and their power. Then you would have continued your life suffering and ashamed, and a few years later you would have died of this suffering and that would have been that.

However, with that cursed blow the story changed. My body was not thrown aside, but into the grave of Evin Prison and its solitary wards, and now the grave-like prison of Shahr-e Ray. But give in to the fate and don’t complain. You know better that death is not the end of life.

You taught me that one comes to this world to gain an experience and learn a lesson and with each birth a responsibility is put on one’s shoulder. I learned that sometimes one has to fight. I do remember when you told me that the carriage man protested the man who was flogging me, but the flogger hit the lash on his head and face that ultimately led to his death. You told me that for creating a value one should persevere even if one dies.

You taught us that as we go to school one should be a lady in face of the quarrels and complaints. Do you remember how much you underlined the way we behave? Your experience was incorrect. When this incident happened, my teachings did not help me. Being presented in court made me appear as a cold-blooded murderer and a ruthless criminal. I shed no tears. I did not beg. I did not cry my head off since I trusted the law.

But I was charged with being indifferent in face of a crime. You see, I didn’t even kill the mosquitoes and I threw away the cockroaches by taking them by their antennas. Now I have become a premeditated murderer. My treatment of the animals was interpreted as being inclined to be a boy and the judge didn’t even trouble himself to look at the fact that at the time of the incident I had long and polished nails.

How optimistic was he who expected justice from the judges! He never questioned the fact that my hands are not coarse like those of a sportswoman, especially a boxer. And this country that you planted its love in me never wanted me and no one supported me when under the blows of the interrogator I was crying out and I was hearing the most vulgar terms. When I shed the last sign of beauty from myself by shaving my hair I was rewarded: 11 days in solitary.

Dear Sholeh, don’t cry for what you are hearing. On the first day that in the police office an old unmarried agent hurt me for my nails I understood that beauty is not looked for in this era. The beauty of looks, beauty of thoughts and wishes, a beautiful handwriting, beauty of the eyes and vision, and even beauty of a nice voice.

My dear mother, my ideology has changed and you are not responsible for it. My words are unending and I gave it all to someone so that when I am executed without your presence and knowledge, it would be given to you. I left you much handwritten material as my heritage.

However, before my death I want something from you, that you have to provide for me with all your might and in any way that you can. In fact this is the only thing I want from this world, this country and you. I know you need time for this. Therefore, I am telling you part of my will sooner. Please don’t cry and listen. I want you to go to the court and tell them my request. I cannot write such a letter from inside the prison that would be approved by the head of prison; so once again you have to suffer because of me. It is the only thing that if even you beg for it I would not become upset although I have told you many times not to beg to save me from being executed.

My kind mother, dear Sholeh, the one more dear to me than my life, I don’t want to rot under the soil. I don’t want my eye or my young heart to turn into dust. Beg so that it is arranged that as soon as I am hanged my heart, kidney, eye, bones and anything that can be transplanted be taken away from my body and given to someone who needs them as a gift. I don’t want the recipient know my name, buy me a bouquet, or even pray for me. I am telling you from the bottom of my heart that I don’t want to have a grave for you to come and mourn there and suffer. I don’t want you to wear black clothing for me. Do your best to forget my difficult days. Give me to the wind to take away.

The world did not love us. It did not want my fate. And now I am giving in to it and embrace the death. Because in the court of God I will charge the inspectors, I will charge inspector Shamlou, I will charge judge, and the judges of country’s Supreme Court that beat me up when I was awake and did not refrain from harassing me. In the court of the creator I will charge Dr. Farvandi, I will charge Qassem Shabani and all those that out of ignorance or with their lies wronged me and trampled on my rights and didn’t pay heed to the fact that sometimes what appears as reality is different from it.

Dear soft-hearted Sholeh, in the other world it is you and me who are the accusers and others who are the accused. Let’s see what God wants. I wanted to embrace you until I die. I love you.