You can ignore our pain.
You can dehumanize us.
You can call us Islamophobes, Mossad agents, CIA agents, bots.
You can reduce the blood in our streets, our dead children and our screaming mothers and fathers to “fake news.”
You can pretend our prisons are myths and our graves are propaganda.
But we are real.
Our suffering is real.
Our anger is real.
We are not pawns in your ideological wars.
We are people who have buried friends, family and campatriots.
We are the ones trying to save you from terrorists.
We are people who have watched teenagers hanged.
We have watched innocent civilians shot in streets.
We have watched our people searching for their loved ones among masses and masses of body bags.
We are people who have seen women beaten for daring to breathe freely.
You may silence us in your spaces.
You may mock us.
You may try to shame us into submission.
But we will not stop speaking.
We will not stop resisting.
We will not lose hope.
Because hope is the one thing you cannot take from us.
And freedom is worth every accusation you throw at us.
Iran will be free.
#IranMassacre
من واقعاً زندگی رو دوست داشتم. زندگی کردن رو دوست داشتم. پیگیر بودن، سمج بودن و دنبال کردن چیزهایی که دوست داشتم رو به من حس زنده بودن میداد. الان تقریباً نشانهای از آدمی که بودم ندارم. فقط عصبانیم. این چیزی که در م�� وجود داره فقط به خشم تبدیل میشه. به میل برای جویدن خرخره.