Then the revelation that 26 civilians were killed in Afghanistan by mistake, because US troops did not follow proper procedures, and the 25 dead, including 3 US soldiers, from a bomb in Iraq, following the 41 killed yesterday, and an estimated 1 billion hungry people in the world. Is there no end to sorrow and misery? No, there is not, but we must find a way to go on, "that we may not...be overcome by adversity."
Update on Neda from a blogger friend who wrote about her "sister":
Yesterday I wrote a note, with the subject line "tomorrow is a great day perhaps tomorrow I'll be killed." I'm here to let you know I'm alive but my sister was killed...
I'm here to tell you my sister died while in her father's hands
I'm here to tell you my sister had big dreams...
I'm here to tell you my sister who died was a decent person... and like me yearned for a day when her hair would be swept by the wind... and like me read "Forough" [Forough Farrokhzad]... and longed to live free and equal... and she longed to hold her head up and announce, "I'm Iranian"... and she longed to one day fall in love to a man with a shaggy hair... and she longed for a daughter to braid her hair and sing lullaby by her crib...
my sister died from not having life... my sister died as injustice has no end... my sister died since she loved life too much... and my sister died since she lovingly cared for people...
my loving sister, I wish you had closed your eyes when your time had come... the very end of your last glance burns my soul....
sister have a short sleep. your last dream be sweet.
Thanks to Anne Marie in the comments for calling my attention to the note.