The men and women whose stories you can read on this page are now all citizens of a silent city named Omid ("hope" in Persian). There, victims of persecution have found a common life whose substance is memory.
Omid's citizens were of varying social origins, nationalities, and religions; they held diverse, and often opposing, opinions and ideologies. Despite the differences in their personality, spirit, and moral fiber, they are all united in Omid by their natural rights and their humanity. What makes them fellow citizens is the fact that one day each of them was unfairly and arbitrarily deprived of his or her life. At that moment, while the world watched the unspeakable happen, an individual destiny was shattered, a family was destroyed, and an indescribable suffering was inflicted.
had told his family during visitations: “I did not commit any crime deserving execution. I’ll be free.”
Mr. Haqbin attended meetings of the Baha’i’s Spiritual Assembly in Marvdasht. He had worked as a radio and t.v. technician there for years.
Mr. Qodushim was Jewish and from the city of Esfahan. His father died when he was in sixth grade. He dropped out of school and became his family’s breadwinner as a street vendor. His work was his entire life. He used to say: “The country needs me like my children need me.”