By now just about everyone has seen the iconic picture of the Iranian protests: a pretty young woman held in the arms of her screaming father, as she dies in a welter of blood.
The actual concrete details are sketchy. There is video showing her and her father standing peaceably on the sidelines, merely watching a protest; and then she dies -- all on video -- confused, terrified, and uncomprehending.
All else is supposition at this time.
That is enough.
For her family, I grieve. I offer my condolences for the loss of their most precious treasure, and I can only utter those most inadequate of words: she is in a better place now.
In time, I hope that the memories of the joy she no doubt provided to you become stronger than the memories of the horror; and thus provide some tiny measure of comfort.
As for those who have done this deed, either directly or indirectly, listen and heed my words.
There will be a reckoning. It may not be before a judge, a jury, or even a mob; there may not be forensic evidence or witness testimony - but know this: all men must stand before their Creator sooner or later.
No God tolerates the wanton butchery of His children -- not mine, nor yours; not the God of Abraham, the God of Paul, nor the God of Mohammed; not even the old Gods of fire and fury, neither the many thousand Gods of the Hindus, nor those of the Han, allow the murder of their innocent children.
Reflect on that, you wretched excuses for men, and despair.