Poet dies young

[Plane]

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/woman-hanged-in-iran-sent-family-chilling-message/ar-BBbx7yw

So a poet dies.

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.

Full text.
http://www.ncr-iran.org/en/news/human-rights/17419-iran-text-of-reyhaneh-jabbari-s-will-in-a-voice-message-to-her-mother?ncid=txtlnkusaolp00000618