Majid, I am sorry that I knew nothing about you before they hanged you. Forgive us. Majid, you have a family. You are someone’s son. Someone’s brother. Someone loved you, waited for you, worried about you. And yet we know almost nothing about you. This is Majid Adineh, a protester from the January uprising whom the Islamic Republic hanged on Sunday morning. There was not even a single photograph of him publicly available before his execution. This image is taken from a forced-confession video released by Mizan, the judiciary’s own media outlet. That is how brutally the regime silenced your family. They made you disappear while you were still alive, and then they took you to the gallows. I don’t know what happened to you when they came to your cell and said, “Get ready. You are going to be hanged.” I don’t know what went through your mind in those final moments, when they put the rope around your neck and kicked the chair from beneath your feet. Did you think you had been forgotten by the rest of the world? The unbearable truth is that almost nobody knew your name until the regime announced that you were gone. They silenced your family. They hid your face. They kept your name from us. And then they ended your life.