We cried lots of times together.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

I remember we cried profusely when the little goats we played with in the summer became biriani.

He was livid, and I still remember how we cried when that cart with our half eaten sweets was pulled away from us.

And for years we have complained, we have cried and we have watched, but nothing has changed as Mob Justice still occurs with its perpetrators largely going unpunished.

In that house I stayed up late talking politics and sharing intimate stories about our families. I got to know theirs and they got to know mine. Together we shed many tears on the balcony and anxiously waited for our crazy reckless friends.

I can only hope it helps for you to know that you're not alone in your grief that our world too has been torn apart that all across this land of ours, we have wept with you, we've pulled our children tight.

A website has been dedicated to Neda, named We are all Neda. A quote on the homepage says, We did not throw rocks at them, we cried 'we want freedom'.