The blue girl

As an Iranian author, I will eternally remember "The Blue Girl”, and will agonize over her death. Whenever I hear or see anything related to Soccer or when I gaze at the flames of fire, I remember her burned body and her beautiful eyes. I wonder if her eyes were burned in the fire, or the blaze of her eyes offered the fire it’s flame-Her beautiful Iranian eyes. Her life is not a proper subject or a suitable plot for me to write a novel or story about. I live her life every day and endure the same pain as her. When she set herself on fire due to the restrictions that were imposed on her, I felt the blistering heat and The flames of social injustices have been my ever-lasting companion. Yet, her life could be the right subject for other authors. Those who always say: “We are authors. We have to focus on our art and a real writer never gets involved in political issues”. They can sit and write very calmly without any concerns. They can write about the “Blue Girl”, and be able to disengage from the real cause of her suicide. I don't know, and I can't write about Sahar, who set herself on fire recently objecting to the Islamic Republic of Iran with taking her life. In Iran, women are forbidden to enter or attend stadiums and watch soccer or any sports. I think about her pain and her beautiful eyes burning with sorrow.