On my way back from the university, a biker passed by me and said, “Only Musavi!” I wanted to say.... but again there wasn’t any time.
There wasn’t any time to say that it’s not a matter of bravery, my sister, or a matter of Mir Hossein Musavi, my brother. I am not a brave person. I am an average person; brave was Mohsen Rouhullahi [the son of a prominent conservative official who reportedly died from torture after being arrested in the postelection crackdown] who’s gone. When he was arrested, the students were separated and the rest were sent to [Kahrizak detention center]. He didn’t give in to this suppression and didn’t identify himself as a university student. Brave? When I was surrounded from all sides at Mohsen’s funeral by the Special Forces, I was scared out of my mind.
I am not a supporter of Musavi; I am a mere supporter of freedom and justice. I am not against the Supreme Leader; I am against lies and crimes. I wear a green wristband so that anyone who sees me might not think that I have given in and accepted Neda’s murder. Never should anyone think that I remained silent to the sight of those eyes.
I remain a human without my hobbies; without cinema, music, IT, poetry, engineering, even without all my friends, but without freedom, I don’t exist anymore. Without this green wristband, I am not a human anymore.