As is the case with conflicts signs of respite are scant; just as the death of Neda Soltan horrified the world and the regime’s clamp down on her funeral shocked, so too does the news that her family has been forced to leave their East Tehran apartment plumb new depths of inhumanity.
The police also failed to return her body and her burial occurred without the knowledge of her family.
The tragedy is fast becoming an accelerant to the troubles and murmurs of an impending Iranian civil war are already in circulation.
The new revolution has found an icon – this morning one Facebook group posted that just as Che Guevara became the face of revolution for a generation, so too will Neda Soltan become a rallying figure.
The recount – if it can even be called that – was a farce and as the regime favours the heavy-handed approach it is unlikely the violence will cease.
Equally interesting has been the reaction of world leaders – a point that Laila Lalami covers here – at first it seemed they rather hoped the problem would simmer down and go away, rather like a toddler having a tantrum at the Christmas dinner table.
The subsequent about-turn, as Lalami notes, from “bomb, bomb, bomb / bomb, bomb Iran” to fawning rhetoric has been incredible.
Incredibly insincere – for the concerns are perhaps more based on whether the person with their finger on the red button will be pliable or not.
In the meantime, the Iranian nightmare continues to unfold with intellectuals being the latest target group.
And as I add ‘conflict zones’ to the already existent categories of ‘politics’ and ‘Iran’, I cannot help but feel saddened that such hope has dissolved so quickly to despair.