Ameneh Bahrami halts ‘eye for eye’ punishment
(Newser) – As Ramadan begins in the Islamic world this week, a remarkable story of forgiveness out of Iran: Ameneh Bahrami halted the “eye for an eye” blinding of Majid Movahedi, who blinded and disfigured her seven years ago when he dumped a bucket of acid on her. Movahedi was minutes away from having acid dripped into his own eyes and had already been given anesthetic when Bahrami stopped his punishment. “Such revenge is not worth it,” she tells CNN.
“Each of us, individually, must try and treat others with respect and kindness in order to have a better society,” she adds. Movahedi threw acid on Bahrami after she rejected his advances for two years, and at the time he was sentenced she wanted him to suffer the same fate. The sentence was postponed in May after Amnesty International protested it. A doctor and another Iranian man helped bring about Bahrami’s change of heart, one of them encouraging her to prove Iranians are forgiving. Movahedi, on the other hand, is not repentant, Bahrami says—he’s even been rude to her since his punishment was halted.
I’ve procrastinated a long time. I’d wanted to blog — again. I’d done it before — and I’d made excuse after excuse on why I hadn’t proceeded. I’d even went to college to ‘gain knowledge’ on how to write “successfully.” Alas, scholastic writing is not the same as personal prose and everybody is so different. I was floundering, treading water within a sea of other expectant writers wanting to do the same.
In anticipation of my recent college graduation May 2011 - I’d ordered two feather-quill pens. These are the tools of a writer. They are now propped between some stuffed animals I have cluttering the surface of my bureau along with The One’s — my husband — stuff. ‘You know you can write’ he replied as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. But, I think plaintively I cannot edit what I have in my mind — every lustful, romantic, hateful, spiritual, sexual, self-destructive, bolder and imaginative ribbons of clustered words in my gray matter.
And did I say I am about to reach the grand age of 50, wearing menopause, and is constantly bathed in sweaty hot-flashes?
Thought I’d warn you.
Welcome to my sanctuary. I hope you get a chuckle here.