The life of an Iranian woman:
1970 vs. 2025
Back in 1970, a girl in Tehran woke up and picked her own clothes. Miniskirt if she felt like it. Tight jeans. Sleeveless top. Hair loose down her back. She stepped outside and wasn’t in danger for it. No one yanked her into a van. No one beat her within an inch of her life. No one told her she was corrupting society.
She walked to university with the boys. Sat next to them in lectures. Studied medicine, law, engineering, whatever she damn well wanted. After class, she met friends in cafés that didn’t check her neckline. At night, the streets were full of lights and music and women laughing out loud. She could go to the cinema, dance at a club, drive her own car home at 2 a.m, all without a male chaperone.
Iranian women had been voting since 1963. Women sat in parliament. Women ran top national corporations. Women were judges, lawyers, and leaders of industry.
A woman could file for divorce. She could stop her husband taking a second wife. The minimum marriage age was eighteen and she wouldn’t be automatically denied custody if her marriage broke down.
That was the world that the mothers and grandmothers of Iran lived in.
Now drag that same bloodline to 2026.
The granddaughter wakes up planning her outfit for her safety, not her self-expression. One loose strand and the morality police can drag her off for an “improper hijab.” They fine her, beat her, and post her face on state television as a warning.
The Hijab and Chastity law might have been tweaked after large-scale protests, but it was never stopped. Cameras are everywhere, neighbours spy for payoffs, universities kick girls out, jobs are limited to male applicants, and passports are revoked if a woman acts “immorally” or dares to try and escape.
A man can divorce his wife and automatically keeps the kids. He can marry as many women as he likes and she has no legal right to stop him. In court, her testimony is worth half of his.
Girls as young as thirteen can be married off and the state calls it piety. Temporary “sigheh” contracts are pushed like some holy loophole so men can rent a wife for a weekend.
Schools and buses are segregated. Beaches are split by gender. Stadiums still ban women from watching men play football (because apparently the sight of a female face in the crowd is too dangerous).
Singing in public?
Forbidden if men can hear.
Dancing?
Only in secret.
When these women finally snap and rip the hijab off in the street — like they did after Mahsa Amini and kept doing through the bloodbaths of 2022 right into this year — the Islamic regime answers with bullets, prison rapes, and public hangings which are broadcast to scare other women into submission.
The 1979 revolution didn’t “free” Iranian women. It kidnapped them. It took a country that was dragging itself into the twentieth century and slammed it back into the seventh under the banner of Islam.
The same men who claim to be defending Iranian honour are the ones ordering the batons and the nooses. The mullahs didn’t give women dignity.
Women don’t have freedom.
Women don’t have a choice.
They are commanded. Obey or die.
And now, for the first time in half a century Iranian women are flooding the streets again, tearing off their hijabs, dancing, and chanting as their oppressors finally get a taste of their own medicine.
But what do we see from the Western left?
Protests against the airstrikes.
Rallies screaming “hands off Iran.”
Cries of Islamophobia and colonialism.
Signs defending the very regime that has shackled, beaten, and silenced Israeli women for a lifetime.
They’re out there right now, these so-called progressives, crying about “imperialism” while Iranian girls are finally breathing without a boot on their necks.
Supporting the monsters who stole every choice from generations of Iranian women. Even now, with the Supreme Leader’s corpse still warm, they’d rather prop up the butchers than admit the truth.
Shame on them all.
Today on a Tehran train, a morality police officer attempted to bully women for going without hijabs. This time, they had backup. Fellow female passengers rose up, screaming until the officer was forced off the train to cheers and applause.
This is how it's done!
아 당연히 ㅋㅋ 재발권 해줄 줄 알고
웃기다 ㅋㅋㅋ하고 찍은 사진 이엇는데
미친 안된단다 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
제가 한 건 입장하려고 표 내민 것 밖에 없는데
왜 표가 두 동강이 낫을까요.....?? 아무래도 님들이 찢엇기 때문이겟���!!
살다살다 찢어놓고 요청했는데도 안된다고 하는데는 처음 봄 ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
그냥 소속사에서 야금야금 팬들 돈 수금하는 방식이 되게 짜증나고 피로도가 굉장히 높아요 멤버들 군백기에 명분도 없이 갑자기 흰색 몬둥이를 팔지 않나 10주년 팝업에서 판다는 굿즈는 죄다 지류에 퀄리티 그냥 눈물이 나옴; ��동도 없는데 8기를 모집하지 않나 심지어 아무것도 없이 그대로 끝났는데 상시 팬클럽을 모집함. 그리고 영화... 10주년을 기념하고 상징할 수 있는 콘텐츠는 영화가 아니어도 되었을걸요. 영화 개봉하면 결국 매출로 수혜 ��는 건 회사라는 것을 다들 알기 때문에 선물이라는 의미가 와닿지 않는 것도 이해가 되고요.