You proudly turned your home into a public square. Don’t be surprised when strangers break your furniture, trample your floor, and no longer treat it as home.
When political correctness becomes so extreme that it excuses or protects terrorists in the name of “equal rights,” it stops being justice. It becomes hypocrisy.
I wish all of you a beautiful year ahead, full of health for you, your families, and your loved ones. And I wish for that green day, the day that brings us all back together again, in real joy, in true celebration.
I believe this is the year.
Happy Nowruz to all my Iranian friends, my family, and everyone around the world celebrating today.
This year’s Nowruz feels like the most special one I have ever experienced in my life. And I don’t mean that only symbolically, I truly mean it.
Over the past year, we have been through so much, many ups and downs, tragic moments, and unexpected happiness. But through all of it, one thing stayed with us: hope. Hope for a brand-new day, and a brand-new year.
An educational system run by political agendas and forced to take sides is a cancer for society. Unfortunately, it’s painfully obvious in parts of the art community.
then sit back on your couch and meditate on your elegant theories of human rights, cosmetic morality, your global fantasies of justice, reposting about how evil TRUMP is, and wait for the next Spiegel!
And I will not say this again: if you have no idea what it means to grow up inside a system built on pressure, Islamist oppression, and political torture…
The feeling is unreal, surreal, dreamlike.
I woke up after only two hours of sleep, still trying to check the news again and again, to make sure I hadn't dreamed it.
I still can't believe I'm alive to witness that moment, to feel that unreal moment: seeing the fall not just of a dictator, but of a generational murderer, a psychopath, a true cancer.