In Iran, it’s a woman’s right to wear hijab, but not her right not to wear it.
There is no difference between #Khamenei‘s dictatorship & the Taliban.
This young woman is a hero. Not like the fake tards in the West who run after every dumb fad. She rather went to prison and got 74 lashes than wear the oppressive shrouds, which are mandated by the mad mullahs.
Roya Heshmati, the woman who endured 74 lashes for refusing to put on the mandatory hijab.
@azadikhahaneir
The image of Roya Heshmati, a woman who endured 74 lashes for refusing to put on the mandatory hijab. She wrote: “Today morning, they called my lawyer to execute the sentence of 74 lashes and we went to the 7th District Prosecutor’s Office. We passed the entrance gate and I took off my hijab. We went to the 1st branch of sentence execution. The branch employee said: “Put your scarf on your head so that you don’t get into trouble.” I said: “I came for this reason, whip me, I will not leave.” The execution officer came up and said: “Put on your hijab on and follow me.” I said: “I don’t want to” he said “so you won’t? Then I will whip you in such a way that you will find out where you are, I will also open a new case for you, you can be our guest for another seventy-four lashes.” I still refused to put my hijab on. We went down and I saw that they brought some other boys to lash for drinking. The man repeated over and over again: “I told you to put on your damn hijab?” I didn’t. Two chador women came and pulled the scarf over my head and I took it off again, and this was repeated several times. They handcuffed me from behind and pulled the scarf over my head. There was a room on the ground floor, under the parking lot of the judge, the judge and the executioner, and the chador woman. standing next to me The woman sighed and said: “I know, I know.” The judge laughed at my face. Opening the iron door on the walls of the cement room was at the bottom of the room, where there were handcuffs and iron bindings on both sides of the bed, with an iron device similar to the base of a painting canvas, slightly on this side. It was a medieval torture chamber. The judge asked: “Ma’am, how are you?” you do not have a problem?” I didn’t answer as if he didn’t exist, he said, “I’m talking to you.” I didn’t answer again. The executioner said: “Take off your coat.” I hung my coat and scarf from the base of the torture canvas, he said: “Put on your scarf.” I said: “I will not. Put your Quran under your arm and beat me. The woman came and said: “Please don’t be stubborn” and pulled the shawl over my head. The judge said: “Don’t hit too hard.” The man started to hit my shoulders, my shoulders, my back, my hips, my thighs, my legs, I didn’t count the number of blows again, I chanted under my breath “in the name of woman, in the name of life to free ourselves from the shackles of slavery to make our black night dawn and all their whips become our axes” It was over, we came, I didn’t allow them to see my pain, we went upstairs to the judge, I took off my headscarf at the door again, the woman said, “Please put your headscarf on.” I didn’t and she again forced it on me. The judge said: we are not happy about doing this either, but it is the law and should be implemented.”
