“Her speech had the entire crowd in tears, recalling how she'd once wondered if love would ever happen for her after people spent years saying her life was 'too much!”
— Report from a guest at the wedding 🥹
DETALHES QUE CHOCAM:
Taylor e Selena estavam de vestido tomara que caia preto e coque nos ensaios do casamento uma da outra.
E para a cerimônia, ambas escolheram vestidos bege/dourado e estilo parecido de cabelo TAMBÉM. 🥹🤍
#فوری
حماسه تورنتو در کانادا با بیش از ۵۰۰ هزار نفر🥹
🚨پلیس تورنتو؛
«جمعیت مافوق تصور است
تاکنون چنین جمعیتی به خود ندیده ایم»
#IranRevolution2026#KingRezaPahlavi
🚨Don’t stop talking about Iran.
Every night, the same sound.
A mother steps onto the balcony. Not to breathe. Not to look at the sky.
To scream her grief.
This is Aida Heidari’s mother. Aida was a doctor. Her heart was torn apart by a bullet.
The neighbors say it happens every night. The darkness falls, and then her voice breaks it. A sound that doesn’t ask for pity. A sound that doesn’t explain anything.
Just pain.
“I’m burned,” she cries. “My daughter was a doctor… I’m burned.”
She is not crying anymore. She is living inside the moment her child was taken. Over and over. Every night.
This is what remains after a daughter is killed. A balcony. A voice. And a grief that never sleeps.
Why are You tearing my heart out?
I’m talking to You, God.
Am I not a mother, then?
Am I not a mother?
I am begging You.
I am pleading with You.
I am asking of You.
God, answer me.
I swear to You by the righteous ones.
Maybe I am bad…
But for the sake of the good ones,
I adjure You, God.
God…
Please god
I am talking to You,
Answer me!
My heart is shattered
I am burning.
My daughter was a doctor.
She was a doctor.
My daughter was a doctor.
She was a doctor.
The anguished cries and soul-shattering wails of Aida Heydari’s mother.
#IranMassacre