The Moans and Cries of the Injured Trapped Under the Rubble, Saadi, Kerman - 2003-12-27

The cries and moans of the injured trapped under the rubble, Saadi, Kerman - 2003-12-27. The weeping and pleas of survivors for the burial of the dead in the vastness of the desert and the ruins of homes, the cries of children over their mother's corpse, the mournful poetry of wounded and helpless women and mothers on a mound of dirt and blood, in the city of sorrow, in the city of Bam, in the city of history, the city of lessons, reflect the helplessness of the Islamic rulers. Although these shameless liars and greedy, cunning plunderers, who consider themselves 'representatives of God', attempt to restore their image and show a humanitarian face amidst the depths of the tragedy, like an owl. We can hear, in this painful and unbelievable situation, amidst the depths of the earthquake tragedy, the cries of the oppressed people of Bam rising to the name of humanity: O people of the world, in the cold and biting air of the desert, our hands are empty, but we are human, O all of humanity, help us. We need your help to exist, to survive, to live, to smell the sweet scent of humanity. Our people, the people of Iran, the people of Bam, in the bitter cold of the desert, in the season of destruction and dirt and blood, in the time of pouring sorrow and wailing and death, are waiting for the warmth of your love from every direction, we have placed our hope in you. We have no relation with the tyrannical Islamic rulers; we are human, full of love, full of affection and friendship. Believe us, believe us.