Iran: I tried to find words.

I can't describe my emotions in relation to the happenings in Iran other than to say that I sat on my couch and wept this morning. It is just a reality as I sit on my comfortable couch in a land that has raised me in comfort, fed me comfort and now sells me comfort that we are living in an age, in every part of the world, that is apart from how we were created to be. The Iranian people were not created by God to struggle like this, to be shot down in the streets as they peacefully protest. I was not created to be apathetic and buy all the commercialism that I am fed on a day-to-day basis. We were not created to eat garbage. We were not created to know hate. We were not created to know death. We were not created to know an unloving ruler. We were not created to be a nameless number in a sea of nameless numbers. We were created to live in harmony, eternally with a Father-King who knew us personally.
Maybe this is hitting me so heavily because I have been thinking on Heaven a lot lately. I have been longing for Heaven A LOT lately.
It is Father's day and my father's side of the family is Assyrian Persian which translates to Iranian these days. We have family in Iran that I do not know and will probably never know but when I see women being shot in the face it makes me realize that I don't have to be a blood relation to someone to know that she is my sister and she should not be pulverized by a fascist regime's militia as she PEACEFULLY protests with peace signs and tape over her mouth. She was created by the same Father that I was created by and because of that she has more value than humanity likes to allot her.

This girl's name was Neda Salehi.



People are being shot in the streets. These people don't have guns or knives. They defend themselves by running or by throwing rocks while police shoot them down.