You know, it turns out it wasn't just one Iranian school that was hit that killed 175 people, it turns out that we have hit 498 education facilities in Iran. Not only that, we've also hit 275 hospitals. Are we great yet? Cuz from where I'm standing we just look like terrorists.
A few moments ago, my phone rang.
An unfamiliar number.
I answered.
“Is this Dr. Ezzideen?”
“Yes,” I said. “Go ahead.”
He spoke politely, almost carefully.
“I got your number from someone.
They told me you might be able to help me.”
Then he paused.. and added:
“Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not asking for money.
I just .. have a problem. And maybe you can help.”
I told him to go on.
He took a breath.
“My daughter is six years old.”
There was a weight in his voice even before he continued.
“Two years ago, during the war, she was injured.
Her face.. was badly burned. Her cheek .. most of it.”
“She has had two reconstructive surgeries. Both of them failed.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
“She was four when it happened,” he said quietly.
“Now she’s six.”
“She has started to understand.”
That sentence stayed with me.
She has started to understand.
He continued:
“She is being bullied by other children.”
“She feels ashamed when people look at her.”
“Even on Eid .. she refused to go outside.” “She told us she is not as beautiful as the other children.”
He stopped for a second, then added, his voice breaking:
“She cries when she looks at herself in the mirror.”
“She refuses to take pictures .. completely.”
I could almost see her.
A six-year-old girl,
is standing in front of a mirror,
trying to understand why her face is different.
Trying to understand why the world looks at her differently.
Trying to understand how something that happened before she even knew what war was .. has now become part of who she is.
At six years old,
she is already learning shame.
Already learning to hide.
Already learning that the world can be cruel to what it does not understand.
The father said something I cannot forget:
“I feel like I am watching my daughter’s life collapse in front of me.”
He was not asking for sympathy.
He was asking for a chance.
“Anything,” he said.
“Anything that could help her get a referral to leave..
maybe somewhere they can treat her..
maybe save her future before it’s taken from her.”
War does not end when the bombs stop. Sometimes it continues..
in the face of a child who no longer recognises herself,
in the silence of a girl who refuses to be seen,
in the tears, she hides from everyone,
except the mirror.
She is six years old.
And instead of dreaming about toys.. she is learning how to live with a face that the world has already judged.
There is a kind of injustice that kills instantly.
And there is a kind that stays.. and grows quietly inside a child.
This is the second kind.
Sometimes, what a child needs is not something extraordinary.
Just a chance,
to be seen without fear,
to be treated,
to grow up without carrying a wound that the world keeps reopening.
And sometimes, that chance begins with someone choosing to care.
#WoundedGaza
Today was one of the most horrifying days of my life as an academic. Walking through Iran University of Science and Technology, a top-ranked public university in Iran, I was struck by the devastation. Only last month, this campus was alive with students, bustling between classrooms. Now, parts of the campus lie in ruins, classrooms shattered, hallways choked with dust and shattered glass.
I saw the offices of professors burned. A newly renovated building, where students gathered for programs, for socializing, for life, destructed.
One student, tearfully, told me: “My professor’s office was still burning a little. That’s where I used to wait for office hours. To ask questions. To appeal my grade.”
This is the same university that launched Iran’s Omid and Zafar 2 satellites, symbols of homegrown technological achievement. A week ago, one of its professors was assassinated. Yesterday, they bombed it.
From sanctions to targeted killings, to the bombing of research centers and universities, there’s a clear pattern: de-development & de-industrialisation/ the systematic dismantling of a nation’s indigenous development, its industrial base, its capacity to stand on its own.
We will never forget that as the American and Zionist war criminals blatantly target universities, schools, hospitals/ assassinating professors and killing children, and after 2 years or genocice, western intellectuals are still debating whether or not to pass a symbolic, non-enforceable BDS resolution.
Photos taken by me, full report incoming.
Israel attacked Iran’s energy infrastructure.
Iran attacked Israel’s energy infrastructure.
Israel attacked Iran’s Natanz nuclear facility.
Iran attacked Israel’s Dimona nuclear facility.
Israel attacked schools and hospitals in Iran,
But Iran didn’t attack schools & hospitals in Israel.
That’s the difference.
The F-35 was supposed to be unkillable. That was the whole point.
Lockheed Martin spent thirty years and four hundred billion dollars, the most expensive weapons programme in human history, building an aircraft that the enemy simply could not see. Not on radar. Not on infrared. Not on anything. The F-35 was not just a fighter jet. It was a theological statement. America’s way of saying: we have moved beyond the reach of your missiles, your sensors, and your prayers.
Iran apparently didn’t get the memo.
Somewhere over Iranian airspace on March 19, 2026, an IRST system, infrared search and track, the kind of sensor your grandmother could probably explain, looked up, found the F-35, and locked on. Not because Iranian engineers are geniuses. Because the F-35, it turns out, is extremely hot. All that engine. All that thrust. All that carefully sculpted stealth geometry, and the bloody thing glows like a kettle.
The heat signature data Iran now holds is not just embarrassing. It is a gift that keeps giving. To Moscow. To Beijing. To every procurement ministry on the planet that has been quietly wondering whether to spend the money on systems designed to kill this aircraft. The answer, as of this week, is yes.
And here is the bit that should really worry the Pentagon. You can patch software. You can redesign coatings. You cannot reprogramme a pilot’s brain. Every F-35 driver who takes off from here on knows, actually knows, that someone down there might be able to see them. That changes everything about how they fly. Caution replaces aggression. Hesitation replaces instinct.
Four hundred billion dollars. And in the end, it was done in by a heat sensor.
Tremendous.
Gandalv / @Microinteracti1
One of the Ali LARIJANI friend shared a story - The Other Side of Mr. Larijani. He writes;
A few months ago on an autumn afternoon at their home, I met his wife. We were supposed to talk about her mother, but throughout our entire conversation, "ALI" never left her lips.
She said: "When Ali is not home, it feels like my hands have been cut off! When Ali is here, he does all the household chores. Without me even asking him to, he moves the groceries. He cleans the vegetables, chicken & washes the dishes."
My mouth hung open at the thought: how could a man who carries Iran's national security on his shoulders outside the home be able to clean chicken and wash dishes at home.
She further said, "Ali hadn't been home for six months. Ever since the twelve-day war, he was no longer allowed to have a normal life."
A man whom the world's superpowers had put a bounty on to kill, was a romantic soul with the heart of a young man, a seasoned demeanour & calm maturity.
Farideh said, "Ali never took a salary from the parliament, nor from his later responsibilities. His salary for years has been the same as a university professor, from which he even deposits a portion each month into the public treasury so as not to be indebted. She said when we were buying this house, we needed money, and my daughter suggested, "Dad, couldn't you take your back pay from the parliament?" But Ali refused and said: "We owe this country so much. I have no claims."
These words were said by someone who, from the first days of the revolution, had not spent a moment in comfort and had run and toiled for Iran.
She said, "Ali's family was above my family, and they had plenty of land and sheep in the north. But the house they had chosen for us after marriage was so small that Agha Shaheed Motahhari (Father of Fareed) had to buy two sofa sets and two carpets for his daughter's dowry to fill the empty spaces in the house."
Those same sofa sets and carpets that were still in Ali and Farideh's home, and they had no other sofas besides the ones that Martyr Motahhari had bought forty years ago. It wasn't strange at all.
Farideh said: "In these forty-something years since my father's martyrdom, Ali has been a father to me, and a husband, and a friend, and a teacher. I can't bear to see even a single hair missing from his head."
Last night, when I read the news of Mr. Ali's martyrdom with the phrase "Ali Larijani has been martyred," I wasn't worried about him at all, or even the revolution. But I thought a lot about Ms. Farideh. About a woman whose father Morteza was martyred one day & yesterday her friend, teacher, and husband Ali—who, when he was not home, feels like Farideh's hands have been severed—and even her son Morteza, who had a beautiful voice and gave a lovely call to prayer.
I am sure that a single sigh from this woman could uproot America and Israel.
Israel is bombarding, literally bombarding, two Middle East capitals, Beirut and Tehran, killing 100s of civilians, and yet the US and UK media continue to portray Iran as the threat to the region.
Israel has nukes, but Iran is the nuclear threat.
We live in Orwellian times.
A fasting man returned to his Lord before our eyes, and the sky itself felt the moment.
His patience was his shield, his faith his armor, and he fell with both unbroken.
@khamenei_ir Before you die make sure to tell your
future generations that you've witnessed an era in which an 86 year's old man stood alone to
defend islam while all the Islamic nations rejoiced in silence and luxury.
In the Name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful
Among the faithful are men who fulfill what they have pledged to Allah: there are some among them who have fulfilled their pledge, and some of them who still wait, and they have not changed in the least (Holy Quran 33:23).
More than 160 little school girls were killed by the US and Israel in Iran and the world is silent about it. So much for the torch bearers of human rights #Iran#Iranian