Through all those fears and dreads, that let me down
Is there still a road for me to stay on…to go on…

I thought I would be lone tonight, But I’m not
Voices out there calling me “Here’s the fight”…

Things have changed, hope’s growing in veins
Hands in hands will stand to the end…

The time has come to break the chains
Send love and peace to the world again
Getting our pride back, once we lost
We’re gonna win, We’re going green

Maybe they could choke a cry, burn, deny…
But the choir rises up, roaring “Not giving up”…

Things have changed, hope’s growing in veins
Hands in hands will stand to the end…

The time has come to break the chains
Send love and peace to the world again
Getting our pride back, once we lost
We’re gonna win, We’re going green

We’re going green… We’re going green…We’ll be free again… We’re going green

- CNN’s report showing the people bringing down Khamenei’s picture and wipping their foot on his face.
- A collection of videos from the demonstrations showing police brutality towards thee green people.
- The green movment lives (in German), German news paper Die Zeit report on the new demonstrations.
- CNN’s interview with Neda’s mother, She was an Angel. (at the moment it is on the first page of CNN)

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Come and join us once and for all, let’s be honest, let’s be true
Join the force of love and see, what’s in there waiting for you!

Even in the wrestling rings our men tend to tolerate
Barefooted, with a waist-cloth, wrestling men of the same weight

You walk with your kneeguards; carrying chains and clubs, wearing a mask
Well done brother, what a champ! Is that what you call bravery I ask?

It’s easy to strike and brake, kill and burn, destroy and chase
I guess God can’t recognize, a properly hidden face!

Go on hit and kill, let’s see how long it takes,
Before your betrayed heart, melts down and brakes!

Let’s see when your hands will feel ashamed of your own zeal
Let’s see when your betrayed soul will wake up and start to heal

Don’t worry, you too are the “dust and mote” of this land
Unmask your face, see the light, see the truth and take my hand

Feel the compassion, unity calls at this hour
The power of love is higher than the love of power!

Come and join us once and for all, let’s be honest, let’s be true
Join the force of love and see what greatness is waiting for you!

It is hot. I am tired. It has been two nights that I haven’t had proper sleep. I just came directly from my village next to Isfahan to Beheshte Zahra. I’m still wearing green scarf and haven’t had a proper meal since morning.
Sun is shinning on our head and we are chanting slogans, but we are late…
The riot police have surrounded section 257 [where Neda’s grave is]. Riot police is standing in front of us. We are a lot, we are chanting slogans and going forward and the Police are retreating. We have the good feeling of Victory.

I tell my friend:
Who are all these people? How is it that they’re not getting tired? How is it they have so much energy?
A lady next to me was shouting: “Government of Coup, Resign, Resign”
I am feeling so tired, tell my friend: “I’m not planning to get martyred today, shall we go home?”
She asks me: “are you afraid?”
I reply: Maybe, since the day that I saw the police hitting that young man on the head with baton and seeing the blood from his head, I got afraid. These days when I get home midnight, until I hear that all my friends have also got home safe I feel my heart in my mouth.

What time was it, Yeah it was around 6. Suddenly they started attacking us. I was still wondering if I’m afraid or not. They started hitting us with their batons. My friend and I are now separated.
I’m standing, suddenly I’m feeling calm. I don’t feel like running away. The black dressed riot police come towards me, moving their batons and swearing.
I’m still standing. A riot police stands in front of me and shouts: “Piss off”, but I’m still standing. It is the 254th section.
I’m all alone. They fired tear gas in the next section. Smoke and dust makes it difficult to see. I look around me. Look into the eyes of the riot police that is staring at me behind his mask. Hatred is in my eyes. I’m not afraid. I don’t “piss off”.
I’m standing here. In 254th section of Beheshte Zahra. The police spray pepper in my eyes. Someone shoots tear gas towards us.
I’m still standing, I’m still standing. My face is burning. Someone grabs my hand and pull me.
BUT I’m NOT AFRAID ANYMORE….