I died just a few minutes ago I can't feel my hands My heart is not beating anymore And my head and feet are frozen

It was 2:45 in the morning, in my own bed, on my sky blue bed, when I was staring at the black shadow of the window walls on the wall, I died and it was over! The shadow was moving like the wind, the images of death were passing by. The death of a woman after another woman Blood dripped from the shadow on my face and the faces of dead young girls, each of whom I might have seen somewhere on the street, fell on the wall and disappeared. I finally died at the age of 36 just a few minutes ago and that's it... Suffering was silenced forever and eternal silence arrived .. Finally, I picked this thin strand of hair that tied me to this hollow and empty life... On my heavenly blue bed I said goodbye to the remnants of hope that had kept me alive and left... I think my heart could not bear so much suffering It stopped and dropped me off...

(This is not a poem, it is an obituary)

for my sisters in Iran