She turned to her mother
joy shone from her eyes
The day was warm
she was out
not confined at home
so alive
young
She laughed
when a breeze caressed
the uncovered skin
permitted seen by her hijab
she did not know
wind had caught a strand of her hair
She did not know
it had teased it free
for the morality police
to see
for them to arrest her
beat her
until life
left her
all for a strand of hair
Let’s never forget Mahsa Amini.
