I have traveled overseas a few times and always love to visit, but there is no place like home. I know here at home it may not always be perfect but will never be as bad as other places.
Take whats happening over in Iran right now. Civil unrest, people being killed because they choose to protest. Imagine if your love one was killed in the violence and you had to deal with this:
"Upon learning of his son's death, the elder Mr. Alipour was told the family had to pay an equivalent of $3,000 as a "bullet fee"—a fee for the bullet used by security forces—before taking the body back," relatives purportedly told the Journal.
Mr. Alipour told officials that his entire possessions wouldn't amount to $3,000, arguing they should waive the fee because he is a veteran of the Iran-Iraq war. According to relatives, morgue officials finally agreed, but demanded that the family do no funeral or burial in Tehran. Kaveh Alipour's body was quietly transported to the city of Rasht, where there is family.
Everyone in the neighborhood knows the Alipour family. In addition to their slain son, they have two daughters. Shopkeepers and businesses pasted a photocopied picture of Mr. Alipour on their walls and windows. In the picture, the young man is shown wearing a dark suit with gray stripes. His black hair is combed neatly to a side and he has a half-smile.
"He was so full of life. He had so many dreams," said Arsalan, a taxi driver who knew the family was quoted as saying. "What did he die for?"
I don't know what I would do if the government who killed my son told me I had to pay for the bullets that were fired from their guns and penetrated the body of his. It would probably have to be the hand of God to restrain me from doing something I normally would never even think of.
Wall Street Journal: "Son's Death Has Iranian Family Asking Why"