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This is an Iranian woman, convicted for adultery.
Once she is properly secured in the ground like a helpless fig, she will be stoned to death in a public demonstration. The stones will be small and she will die slowly as her face is torn apart by the crowd's ruthless aim. Her entire family, including her children was forced to join the spectators.
I often think about the last hours of the condemned. Some seem to transcend their bodily constraints and show no panic, for they understand that they are already dead. Others have not escaped and are in a state of torment and terror unimaginable to the living. I cannot help but wonder which will befall me. Presuming that I await a...rather unpleasant death. I hope that I overcome any pointless tremors and am In an odd state of passage rather than being present at my own execution.
This woman has not found any sort of such comfort. The pain is so visible in her face. The men are only doing a day's work and take no notice of her distress. This is the most shocking part of the picture. The numbness in their hands which bring huge amounts of undeserved pain. Such apathy. Such detachment. The black that covers them brings such stark contrast to her innocent white. She is such pure beauty and they bury her like a rat, with no softness or sorrow. There is a hollowing sense of denial present. It is brutal and intriguing.
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