Police grabbed mahsa and forced her to sit in Police vehicle.Her brother tried to intervene but his arm was twisted behind his back.After he disentangled himself.
Morality Police told her brother that his sister would be released after one hour.
Then bother and sister were taken to the detention centre.They took mahsa in other room locked the door and gave her an injection to stop the heart.Amini's brother claims that he heard screams from inside.He was waiting outside when he was told that she went in coma.This is the same injection game which zafar supari killer plays to execute his critics in the name of Psycho Counselling.Cause Of death is chemical injection drug dose.Note.1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.Fire..GAME...
REVELATION
It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits.
The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored.
My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one.
Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me.
Not one scintilla of truth.
I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk.
We’d been close in our teens…
A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened.
She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too.
Did counselling
and hypnosis bring her easy certitude?
No sis…
She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad?
DECIMA WRAXALL
Counseling a Friend
By Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
Why do your thoughts turn to suicide?
Why is your anger and rage unrestrained?
Why do you mutter these uncontrollable outbursts?
Do you want attention from despair?
Why has life gotten you so down?
Why can you not see beyond?
Worries, sorrows and woes,
Why is your mind consumed?
By all these negative thoughts?
Are there no answers that bring happiness?
Why are you consumed by this image of death?
Can you not see the silver lining?
Through all of this despair,
Look for some happiness,
Look for some joy,
Life was not always this bad,
Look around you for others do care for you,
Don’t let negative thoughts ruin your life,
This all encompassing negativeness,
This is not who you are inside,
See yourself as better then this turmoil.
You must face all your uncertainties as all of us do,
Never let them consume you,
For there is much beauty within.
Sitting on the sandy beach,
pale, gritty, beach of rubble,
overcast, grey, patchy, breaking cloud formation,
just sitting, quietly, silently, pondering thoughts,
where does the sea water originate from,
how far does the tide go out,
how do waves occur,
all questions unanswered from afar,
the sand between my cold and frost bitten toes,
warm, yet harsh and plentyful,
running as the tide comes in,
to wet and replenish my skin,
the feel of the fresh water, gliding up my legs,
regrettable salt marks, must wash away,
wash away the darkness, the radical thoughts,
a sense of calm, freedom, and symbolic sounds.