In the past I have had several attempts of committing suicide but each time I have changed my mind. I could not do it since it requires a great deal of courage. Each time a reason, a ray of hope has stopped me from doing it.
How much desperate can the people who commit suicide or how much can they want to escape? Every time I read or hear about a suicide attempt, my heart beat rises, my breath tightens, and fear takes all over my body. And I always ask myself,” Who will be next?” Maybe one of my friends? Maybe one of my loved ones? In an act of a suicide, the murderer cannot be identified. So what determines the line between committing suicide and murder when the world encourages you to do both? Who is the killer? What about the circumstances? The environment? Life?
In Iran, according to the un-official statistics, more than 4,000 people with an age range of 18 to 25 years old have ended their lives in 2015 and the number of people committing suicide in this year is greater than years 2014 and 2013 which demonstrates the increasing rate of suicides in Iran. The suicide of butterflies is a work about the suicide. Who is thinking about it and who has done or failed to do it.