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16/05/2026

05/03/2026

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I must have written and deleted this post a hundred times. I didn’t know where to begin, or which trauma caused by the Islamic Republic to start with.

Many Iranians have unintentionally become political analysts, therapists, and historians of our own pain. Growing up in Iran, I thought that was normal, but after living abroad, I realized something: many young people in stable countries rarely have to think about politics, history, or power the way we do.

In a strange way, I value this awareness. But it came through pressure, fear, and survival. From the moment we were born, religion and ideology were forced into our lives through schools, propaganda, and constant indoctrination. Many of us had to unlearn years of lies by reading, questioning, and discovering the world for ourselves. Personally, I owe a lot of that awakening to the internet and technology.

For years, many of us believed reform within the Islamic Republic was possible. We hoped the system could change. But eventually we realized—far too late—that this regime was never interested in reform. Its ideology mattered more than the lives of its own people.

Too many innocent lives were lost before we understood that.

This struggle for freedom belongs to those who took to the streets on the 8th and 9th January —those who returned home, and those who never did💔
And to everyone who, over these 47 years, has taken even the smallest step toward a free Iran.

Khamenei. Khomeini.
To hell with both of you.
And to those who still defend them; history will remember you and also F*** YOU.

03/03/2026

02/03/2026

28/02/2026

My happiest day in my whole life ever. We celebrate, but our friends who are no longer with us are deeply missed.

19/02/2026

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29/01/2026

If you still support Islamic Republic for your fuc*ing Ideology, this post is yours. Shame on you

17/01/2026

I wrote this letter for you, from the grounds of the cold alleys
I wrote it with my own crimson blood, so smiles would grow from agonies
When a new day comes, my soul will be the essence of meadows
The everlasting sunshine of freedom will be the lucence of our skies

Swear to my comrades’ blood, swear to the mother’s teardrops
These blades could never slaughter our never-ending shouts
We, the torrent from Bloody Aban*, have been entangled with injustice
Our only sin was a roar of anger in response to their malice
My defenseless body and soul are the target of the tyrants’ shots
Yet, I’m proud and exhilarated by this glorious revolution of ours
Swear to the lovers of Iran, swear to the uproar of Zahedan**
I don’t turn back from this movement until the usurpers get kicked out
Swear to my comrades’ blood, swear to the mother’s teardrops
These blades could never slaughter our never-ending shouts
*Aban: refers to the protests of November 2019 (Aban is the Persian name of Scorpio astrological month as the Iranian solar hijri calendar uses the astrological months) which more than 1,500 killed by the so-called Islamic Republic
**Zahedan: refers to the capital city of Sistan and Baluchistan province and the Bloody Friday of 30th September 2022 which happened in this city with more than 100 people killed after practicing their Friday prayers