https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1010290

No, I don't think any of us would have thought Youtube, Reality Television, even programs meant for ones education in the things that matter would open doors to topics and conversations many would have done better with never knowing about. (I am sure saying her name will set off fires somewhere,) I can not hold back this feeling of wishing someone would have gotten a hold of Nasim Najafi Aghdam   before she exited stage left.

  I've heard it said that it takes Strength to exit a stage by yourself. A shameful lie; for after a person is resting in peace; the game is over. Whatever made her upset, what ever she felt she had a right to shoot someone over is forgotten,

Senseless. Counter Productive.

Thus the conflict in my soul. We recieve a few tidbits of information regarding (Mentally-ill-Terrorist-entertainers), have that is clearly something an average person would raise a stink about. Labor, not garnished with contracted wage. Not paying people what you promised them because they come from a desert is dirty and should not be swept under the rug as the, "nature of the buisness." Especially when we are considering a person.

  Nasim was a child with a camera in her face ever since she was young. I did not know her, but she believed in her work, her art, she wsa motivated enough to pull the trigger. I want to pull her from the other side of that door, but I know I better not. 

Let her rest; Never mention her by name agian; No memorials for Nssim.

I can't get her out of mind, I dare not even speak to anyone about it; without coming off as a sympathizer.  I am not~None of us are~ I know we are tired of looking at that door though and hearing the cries of people asking for vindication, protection, for the living. Thinking of her reminded me of a question my father asked me when I was in the third grade. At the time I never really gave him an answer but I want to give him one now.

He asked me, "How do you feel about Tupac's and Bigg's death?"

I know, what you are thinking, their is no correlation between the death of American Rappers, *Performers* and the death of a woman who jumped off the diving board by herself.

The truth is, their is a universal pull that motivated all three deaths and it had nothing to do with what they stood for or discussed with the world. "Greed," surrounded the deaths of all three. Promoters of Tupac and Biggie where not willing to pay what they owed. When the two asked for what was theirs from people that had no intention of seeing them have an influence in the world, bye, bye rappers. In the case of the woman; Youtube had her sign contracts and clauses, they hired her, regardless of her enternal beliefs and "Stiffed," her of some money and she would not have any of it. Very few can handle betrayel well. I know I've had my struggles with it. Those stories will never be rememberd that way.

Rappers will always be remembered as men that can handle a nine and do there time.

Nasim will be remembered as a woman who could not put lipstick on properly and an uneducated vegan.

After Tupac's life was taken, I stopped following rap; To me they were all dirty, greedy men, fighting over the grotto corners of every doped up neighborhood, just elevated to glass buildings. Crack dealers, morphed into TRACK dealers in need of supplying those around them with memories of a fix.
 I have felt that way since I was in the third grade, with my father looking at me, asking me, "How do you feel about the death of a Rapper?"

I was not so cold blooded that I could turn away from the weeping. I know he was of somethin incoruptable after being shot over a momentary bliss. I am not so colc blooded that what I hear a woman took her life because she felt robbed and abused by her employers, I'd turn a deaf ear to her plees, creeping from behind the door. I don't think any of us should; I was too young to care about the deaths of Rappers, who are no more real in the cosmic scheme of things, that matter. No more real than Cartoon Network or Sesame Street Amusment Parks or Disney Movies. Entertainers were never a part of my reality, but Nasim.

There is something different with her case, that just makes me want to keep perspectives in place.

I remember in college my favorite song was "All I wanna do is take your money."

It was everywhere, from strip clubs, hooters, the mall, my car.

The beat was what everyone wanted to hear, well every one in my circle. They remembered their quick fingered jack days in grade school and the laughs produced from getting away with petty thefts in highschool. Games we played as kids; all in a song. Then Nasim came.

She was real. A real person wornged by an obviously greedie corporation but we all enjoyed there product because we wanted to be entertained.

Recently I heard about some young rappers who were stripped in the night and robbed at gun point; again I think to myself~ They are the ones rapping about their expensive lives, how they ride or die, rough ride for life. La-da-da-ta-la-da. Just to sell records. So I hold on to my reserve if something bad happens to them. I am sure the money goes to a good cause.

But Nasim.

Supported by no one, who had followers, that have said nothing . She was assisted in her exit of stage left by voices who speak lies, and disappear as mysteriously as they arrived.