Nightmare grows

Translation:

This person is a doctor in "Zahedan", he says:

"They shoot them from behind. The bullets were shoot from the back. If people were fighting, the bullets should have been shoot in their chest and the front of their bodies!

You shoot a 13 years old child? Haven't you got shame?

If I were you, I was scared to death! Swear to god!

You are the dirtiest basterds of history!"

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I wakeup every morning at around 7 A.M with this thought in my mind that "I'm gonna make some art for Mahsa or Nika or .... " 

I open my phone, I read the news and from that moment another cycle of requiem begins! New people, innocent, young and children were kelled by regime last night! My brain goes speechless, I only see death images, my eyes are wet and I look at the clock, it's 12 pm. Another lost morning.

I keep repeating to myself; "Holding my breath 'til my lungs burn bright

Finding myself in the light

Feeling comfort in the pain

Like I'm alive again..."

All that's happening in Iran is a bloody nightmare ,true, but it's also a wakeup after a fake dream! So in that case, I'm happy but only logical happiness, I cant feel it through my warm tears . :) 

I promised myself to keep living until I see the death of each and every one of the authorities in this system. From the very top to bottom,  you're all gonna suffer, even worse than how you treated "Nika Shahkarami" !