By Rezvan Moghadam:

My name is Samaneh Jahangiri. I was a 28-year-old woman from a village in Ardal
County, Chaharmahal and Bakhtiari Province. I was a mother to an eight-year-old son
and a graphic design student. My dream was simple: to live freely and study what I
loved. But in a society where being a woman is a crime, this dream turned into a
nightmare.
For a long time, I lived in a home with smell of threats and violence instead of safety.
Vahid, my husband, was unemployed, and his idleness became a cancer eating away at
our lives. Every day brought arguments and humiliation. I tried to leave this life,
repeatedly filing for divorce, but my family—those who were supposed to be my
refuge—forced me to return, claiming it was to “preserve our family’s honor.” As if my
life had no value.
Studying meant everything to me, but even this right was taken away. Every time I tried
to attend classes, I faced harassment and threats. It wasn’t just my body that grew
weary; my spirit was exhausted. I struggled to rebuild my life, but every time, taller and
more imposing walls blocked my way.
On the fateful night of November 18, 2024, my final night, I don’t know what was going
through Vahid’s mind. But for me, it didn’t matter anymore. I became a victim, like so
many other women who found their homes to be battlegrounds instead of sanctuaries.
My life ended, but my voice will not be silenced. My voice is a cry for women who are
still trapped in these chains, a voice that declares: We have the right to live. No to violence. No
to femicide.

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