Ali Mahin-Torabi who is facing execution was recognaized as Iranian of the day on iranian.com website which has many readers among Iranians and is based in San Francisco Bay Area.

Readers have posted comments with many good suggestions. We encourage our readers and supporters to also visit the site and post comments . SCE campaign also thanks Azarin Sadegh for her commitment to help Ali and other children. We also thank the site director Mr. Jahanshah Javid for the recent features of children on the execution row in Iran. 

Ali’s attorney will be visiting him at the prison in the next few days and will provide us with more updates in the coming week.

Link: http://www.iranian.com/main/singlepage/2007/ali-mahin-torabi

Last week an email was sent to Nazanin Afshin-Jam from an Iranian girl by the name Azarin asking Nazanin to help a friend of her whose young nephew was facing execution in Iran. No name or information was given at the time, so we asked for more detail information which was sent to us by the family member. It was only then that we realized that the boy’s name is Ali Mahin-Torabi who was already listed in Stop Child Executions Petition. In the past few day we have posted more information about Ali’s situation and also have contacted Amnesty International, International Committe Against Executions and Iranian Attorney Mostafaei who has already met Ali in prison and taken his case. This is an essay about Ali Mahin-Torabi that Azarin sent us today: 

By Azarin A. Sadegh   (as published in iranian.com)

Today my friend in Iran called me. She told me about the imminent execution of Ali Mahin Torabi, her nephew. He’s 21 years old, and he has been declared guilty of a murder he hasn’t committed. He has spent the last five years of his life—since he was 16 years old–in a prison, waiting for his execution. After his arrest, if Ali hadn’t protected his friends by taking the blame, or if he had a rich family, or if his father had better connections, and if there was a true justice system in Iran based on the Justice and the Truth, maybe he wouldn’t have been where he is now. Still during these five years in prison, Ali studied hard to get his high school diploma and now he has also the responsibility of their library’s computer systems.

He is still full of life and hope but my friend sounded so desperate.

She asked me to help Ali.

I write this with that task weighing heavily upon my shoulders. Where to begin?

I searched the Internet and was stunned to learn there are at least another 80 children in the same situation as Ali—young people waiting to be executed for crimes they allegedly committed when they were minors. One on this sinister list is a 13-year-old girl.

I stare in horror at the images on the internet of countless public hangings. In the crowds watching this vision of horror, stand children, and all I can think about is what lessons they are learning. They stare at the soulless eyes of an alleged criminal, the one who will, in just one second, become a victim. Then I find another image: a hanged woman in black chador dancing in the air; the figure is imposing and sinister, and isolated. It’s as if this picture belongs to another place, another race, another dimension. It’s as if time has stopped, and all humanity is linked through one hanged woman’s despair.

My mind drifts.

No, I think. I don’t need to look at this image. I don’t need to write this nightmare. Why should I write such a story? This is a vision I don’t want to see. These are words I don’t want to read. There is this crushing silence I don’t want to break.

I think: There is this truth I don’t dare defy.

The weight on my shoulders grows heavier….still more.

Should I contact humanitarian organizations? Should I send letters and emails? Should I make phone calls?

What can I actually achieve?

I am not in Iran. I am not a lawyer. I have no important connections. I am nobody. What can I do other than write about Ali who sits awaiting execution for a crime he did not commit, who has sat there, among so many others, for so many years?

How am I supposed to tell his story?

This story should stab, Kafka wrote.

That means Ali’s story should shock and awaken. That means I should dream about it, over and over and over again. That means I should change and change again my wording to hone the piece until it is pure perfection. That means I should fall asleep every night repeating this same story, to find the exact place of each word in the flow of my narration. Each word has to be where it should be. My story must reveal the randomness of this cruelty, and I must mention hope, and yes, even love. I know I have to please all those who read it and move those who have never cared—not for innocents hanged, not for young men and women in Iran, not for others. I know I must convey impossible empathy, and I must do this only with my words and even through the blank gaps between words. I must push you, my reader, to read on and at the same time make the reading of Ali’s fate harder and harder to bear. So you will suffer alongside Ali who sits alone in his cell, imagining a rope, imagining a hand, imagining the void beneath his feet – for the one millionth time.

It is how, all of us, we will never leave this moment, this moment of a man’s tangible sorrow.

It is how we will share his futureless existence; we will believe his beliefs and we will sink in the pool of his despair. We are going to belong to that place, to that hanging place, where we will turn into Ali.

But maybe for once, only this time, we will not shut our mouths out of fright. For once, we will be united – no matter where we come from, and we will shout and scream: “Stop it. Stop the execution of Ali. Stop the execution of children in Iran.”

But? How? How do I begin to tell this story?

How is it going to end?

How will my writing save Ali? 

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Please visit www.stopchildexecutions.com to read more about children facing execution and to sign a petition.