Dear Khodayar, I hope this letter finds you well. I wish
that you will live a long and happy life. I couldn’t wish you any less, but I
fear it is not so and all hope for you is dead. My concern, my love for you has
come too late. I can only stir the ashes where you died, I can not touch your
hand.
I hope that even after you have been killed I will keep your
name, your words and your story alive. I hope that in doing so I will cheat the
killers of their victory. I hope that in so doing I can make the stain of your
death a little smaller. I would prefer if your life had been less eventful. If
you had a family and a home and work. I would prefer if you hadn’t had to make
the hero’s journey into danger. If so I would have never heard about you, you
wouldn’t have died in a bush camp on the edge of this city. I remember you
Khodayar Amini, and your friends Nasim Najafi, Reza Rezayee and Ahmad Ali
Jaffari. Immagination is memory. Love Stephen
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