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I kept staring at this blog all day. This is the blog of a man who does not exist anymore because he was executed yesterday. He was a journalist. He was 28.

He was accused of being a member of Jundollah, a terrorist group who kidnaps and kills Iranian soldiers. His trial was not public. So, we will never know if he had a fair trial and whether he really belonged to Jundollah. We would never know if the writer of that blog – which is all about peace, people’s poverty, and protest against government’s lack of care for its oppressed people – was ever part of any terrorist organization. We will never know if he, who was the founder of a Youth NGO which had the required official permits, and he, who was a social activist supporting poor women in his town (according to the testimony of social workers in the city of Zahedan), and he, who was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, was ever involved in killing or kidnapping people.

But we know, that a journalist was executed yesterday without a fair public trial. We know that a blogger, whose blog posts were about the love of people, is dead. And we know, that there are now two Iranian women’s rights activists who are in prison based on similar charges. They are accused of being members of separatist terrorist groups too. And you know what? It won’t be very surprising if we hear the news of their executions one day too (زبونم لال). It will be another piece of news in our websites’ news boxes. We will get shocked for a few hours and then will move on.

We have all become sick. We Iranians, we all need therapy. Years and years of therapy. We are getting used to news about executions and arrests. We have been desensitized to all the horrifying inhumane news. Execution has become an ordinary event for us. We don’t get moved by the thought of the throat of a human being getting squeezed by the ropes to death, to gradual suffocation while hanging in the air. Not only We don’t question whether we have the right to be gods on earth and take people’s lives, we also don’t question why people get executed based on confidential closed trials. We don’t question how come a journalist whose record of work portraits him as a public servant is charged with terrorism accusations and is executed so quickly. We don’t ask many questions, because we are desensitized.

Yes, we need therapy. We are all sick. We need shrinks for our 70-million population, and perhaps we will need more shrinks for our shrinks. I kept staring at the blog of the now executed Yaqoub Mehrnehad for hours yesterday and couldn’t move. I kept staring and thought how useless my being is, how I can’t do anything, how much I wasted my time with education thinking that I can make a change, and how impossible it is to make any changes when your people have become desensitized about the idea of political execution.