You have a friend request…Mahmoud Ahmadinejad would like to add you on Facebook.

The other night I was sitting at my laptop when the all too familiar red flag popped up on the corner of my page.

With out really looking at it I clicked and waited to see what alert it was.

It was a “friend” request.

The most unlikely of people had requested to become friends with me.

Perhaps the most notorious dictator alive today.

I want to accept.

To go on his page and flood it with pictures of martyrs, and video’s of mothers crying. I want to make sure he sees the unmarked graves that are becoming too common in Iran.

I want to show him the faces of children crying for their mothers and their fathers.

I want him to see the bloody faces of the old and the young standing side by side fighting for Iran.

I want him to see the Eifel tower the day 1000’s held up Nedas face. I want him to hear the stories of rape and torture.

For him to know that we know, we hear, we see.

As these thoughts go through my head my heart rate picks up and beats faster.

An overload of the images I have exposed myself to over these past months take over.

I’m going to be sick.

I see Neda…I see her eyes roll back into her head and I see her take that last breath.

I weep for her all over again.

For her mother, for her friends, for her future.

I weep for what could have been and what should have been.

I am shaken and nauseated.

What should I do? Do all “accept” or do I “ignore”.

He knows these stories. He’s authored them.

He knows theses images.  He takes pride in them.

And then it clicks in my head. It’s not about accepting here. It’s about accepting the calling in life.

It’s about never giving up.

It’s about praying and hoping and believing every second of everyday for a Free Iran.

So I stare at the screen.

What to do.

I choose “ignore”.

I ignore him.

I ignore him like he has ignored Sohrab and Amir.

Like he ignored the brutal rape and murder of  Taraneh.

I ignore him and find strength to “accept” fighting for Iran in real life.

Hasti resides in Northern California with her husband and two children. She is passionate about her family, politics, faith and human rights. Browse touchIRAN to find other posts made by this passionate contributing author.