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A rant ⚠️ I grew up in Iran. I lived there most of my life. Four years ago, I would have told you Islam and the Islamic Republic are separate. I believed that. I defended that distinction. Today, for many of us, that distinction no longer feels real. Islam did not arrive in Iran peacefully. It entered through conquest. And today, religion is again enforced through state power. When faith repeatedly arrives and survives through coercion, it’s not surprising that people question the foundation itself. This anger did not come from nowhere. It came from being told this is a “religion of peace” while brutality was justified through it, and from watching leaders openly say they would kill thousands, even millions, to protect their rule and reshape and erase Iranian identity. And it came from hearing people, safe and comfortable in other countries, insist their beliefs are peaceful while defending or excusing that violence. I don’t have many religious relatives left. The ones who were deeply religious have lost whatever faith they had. That may be the Islamic Republic’s greatest and only achievement. And don’t use “diaspora” to silence us. Many of us were raised there. Our families are still there. Our grief is still there. The only difference is that we can speak without being arrested. Being diaspora does not make this lighter. My body may be here, but my mind is not. I don’t sleep or eat peacefully. Every day I see another face, another story, people who had plans, families, ordinary lives before they reduced into numbers, numbers that many deny or mock. These aren’t statistics. They look like people I love. While we can mourn freely, our relatives back home are threatened into silence, even during their 40th day memorials. When my cousin called after attending protests, I was grateful she was alive. She told me she wished she wasn’t, after watching her friends get shot and killed on the street. She told me about a friend who was raped in prison. Another cousin disappeared during the Mahsa Amini uprising. Weeks of silence. We didn’t know if she was alive. Years earlier, her husband had already been killed. She survived that. Now she has been killed too. Even now, relatives tell us to delete messages. To unsend. Because sharing the full truth could cost them their lives. “If only you knew the details” People are not only killed. They are silenced while still breathing. If you continue blaming victims while defending a government that uses faith to justify brutality, against women, men, children, even animals, then you are choosing what you stand for. Attacking innocent people does not protect your religion. It reveals it.

A rant ⚠️ I grew up in Iran. I lived there most of my life. Four years ago, I would have told you Islam and the Islamic Republic are separate. I believed that. I defended that distinction. Today, for many of us, that distinction no longer feels real. Islam did not arrive in Iran peacefully. It entered through conquest. And today, religion is again enforced through state power. When faith repeatedly arrives and survives through coercion, it’s not surprising that people question the foundation itself. This anger did not come from nowhere. It came from being told this is a “religion of peace” while brutality was justified through it, and from watching leaders openly say they would kill thousands, even millions, to protect their rule and reshape and erase Iranian identity. And it came from hearing people, safe and comfortable in other countries, insist their beliefs are peaceful while defending or excusing that violence. I don’t have many religious relatives left. The ones who were deeply religious have lost whatever faith they had. That may be the Islamic Republic’s greatest and only achievement. And don’t use “diaspora” to silence us. Many of us were raised there. Our families are still there. Our grief is still there. The only difference is that we can speak without being arrested. Being diaspora does not make this lighter. My body may be here, but my mind is not. I don’t sleep or eat peacefully. Every day I see another face, another story, people who had plans, families, ordinary lives before they reduced into numbers, numbers that many deny or mock. These aren’t statistics. They look like people I love. While we can mourn freely, our relatives back home are threatened into silence, even during their 40th day memorials. When my cousin called after attending protests, I was grateful she was alive. She told me she wished she wasn’t, after watching her friends get shot and killed on the street. She told me about a friend who was raped in prison. Another cousin disappeared during the Mahsa Amini uprising. Weeks of silence. We didn’t know if she was alive. Years earlier, her husband had already been killed. She survived that. Now she has been killed too. Even now, relatives tell us to delete messages. To unsend. Because sharing the full truth could cost them their lives. “If only you knew the details” People are not only killed. They are silenced while still breathing. If you continue blaming victims while defending a government that uses faith to justify brutality, against women, men, children, even animals, then you are choosing what you stand for. Attacking innocent people does not protect your religion. It reveals it.

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I genuinely think some people STILL do not WANT TO understand the scale of what has happened in Iran. We are talking about a regime massacring tens of thousands of people in LESS than 48 hours, tortured people to death. A regime executing wounded protesters in hospitals, sexually assaulting nurses, separating heads from bodies, gang raping people for protesting, piling corpses on top of each other and forcing families to search through countless dead bodies hoping to find their loved ones. Families were forced to pay money just to retrieve the bodies of their murdered children. We have seen 100s and 100s of names already, yet most victims’ names will probably never even come out under Islamic Republic because many families do not even have the ability to tell the world what happened to their loved one, and some are simply trying to survive. And while all this was happening, the Islamic Republic continued arresting, torturing and executing more people. Right now, there are still people sitting in prisons listening to others being tortured in the next room, waiting in line for executions. There are still families searching for loved ones who disappeared so completely it is like they vanished off the face of the earth. One of the darkest massacres in modern history unfolded in front of the world, and the world continues to make excuses for it and the bare minimum we can do is refuse to let it be forgotten, buried, normalised or escaped from accountability. There is no “going back to normal” after seeing this. There hasn’t been a normal for 47 years At this point, if you’re Iranian and your energy is spent attacking everyone except the people responsible for this brutality, or using your platform for anything other than exposing this regime and amplifying its victims, then something is deeply broken within you. #IranMassacre‌ #KingRezaPahlavi‌ForIran #جاویدشاه

I genuinely think some people STILL do not WANT TO understand the scale of what has happened in Iran. We are talking about a regime massacring tens of thousands of people in LESS than 48 hours, tortured people to death. A regime executing wounded protesters in hospitals, sexually assaulting nurses, separating heads from bodies, gang raping people for protesting, piling corpses on top of each other and forcing families to search through countless dead bodies hoping to find their loved ones. Families were forced to pay money just to retrieve the bodies of their murdered children. We have seen 100s and 100s of names already, yet most victims’ names will probably never even come out under Islamic Republic because many families do not even have the ability to tell the world what happened to their loved one, and some are simply trying to survive. And while all this was happening, the Islamic Republic continued arresting, torturing and executing more people. Right now, there are still people sitting in prisons listening to others being tortured in the next room, waiting in line for executions. There are still families searching for loved ones who disappeared so completely it is like they vanished off the face of the earth. One of the darkest massacres in modern history unfolded in front of the world, and the world continues to make excuses for it and the bare minimum we can do is refuse to let it be forgotten, buried, normalised or escaped from accountability. There is no “going back to normal” after seeing this. There hasn’t been a normal for 47 years At this point, if you’re Iranian and your energy is spent attacking everyone except the people responsible for this brutality, or using your platform for anything other than exposing this regime and amplifying its victims, then something is deeply broken within you. #IranMassacre‌ #KingRezaPahlavi‌ForIran #جاویدشاه

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His body was covered in wounds held together with staples. He was 17 years old. Yasin Davoudnabi, a teenage wrestler from Narmak, Tehran, was arrested during the January protests. Days later, his body was returned to his family. It had signs of severe torture. But the horror did not end with his death. One of the friends who had been with him during those nights reportedly attempted suicide after learning what had happened. Sadra Daneshmayeh, died from the grief of losing him. That is how much Yasin’s death shattered the people around him. He was only 17 years old. #IranMassacre‌ #KingRezaPahlavi‌ForIran #جاویدشاه

His body was covered in wounds held together with staples. He was 17 years old. Yasin Davoudnabi, a teenage wrestler from Narmak, Tehran, was arrested during the January protests. Days later, his body was returned to his family. It had signs of severe torture. But the horror did not end with his death. One of the friends who had been with him during those nights reportedly attempted suicide after learning what had happened. Sadra Daneshmayeh, died from the grief of losing him. That is how much Yasin’s death shattered the people around him. He was only 17 years old. #IranMassacre‌ #KingRezaPahlavi‌ForIran #جاویدشاه

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Just a reminder of Islamic Republic did to the bodybuilding champion, Khaled Pirzadeh. He survived two mock executions. They crushed his finger in a door. They broke his knee and slit his throat. They cut off part of his ear. After years of torture, abuse and suffering, he poured boiling water over himself in protest. On January 14, 2025, inside Tehran’s notorious Evin Prison, he slit his jugular vein. What kind of regime makes a human being suffer this much. How much more is enough? How much more do people have to endure before freedom finally comes? #IranMassacre‌ #KingRezaPahlavi‌ForIran #جاویدشاه

Just a reminder of Islamic Republic did to the bodybuilding champion, Khaled Pirzadeh. He survived two mock executions. They crushed his finger in a door. They broke his knee and slit his throat. They cut off part of his ear. After years of torture, abuse and suffering, he poured boiling water over himself in protest. On January 14, 2025, inside Tehran’s notorious Evin Prison, he slit his jugular vein. What kind of regime makes a human being suffer this much. How much more is enough? How much more do people have to endure before freedom finally comes? #IranMassacre‌ #KingRezaPahlavi‌ForIran #جاویدشاه

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A rant ⚠️ I grew up in Iran. I lived there most of my life. Four years ago, I would have told you Islam and the Islamic Republic are separate. I believed that. I defended that distinction. Today, for many of us, that distinction no longer feels real. Islam did not arrive in Iran peacefully. It entered through conquest. And today, religion is again enforced through state power. When faith repeatedly arrives and survives through coercion, it’s not surprising that people question the foundation itself. This anger did not come from nowhere. It came from being told this is a “religion of peace” while brutality was justified through it, and from watching leaders openly say they would kill thousands, even millions, to protect their rule and reshape and erase Iranian identity. And it came from hearing people, safe and comfortable in other countries, insist their beliefs are peaceful while defending or excusing that violence. I don’t have many religious relatives left. The ones who were deeply religious have lost whatever faith they had. That may be the Islamic Republic’s greatest and only achievement. And don’t use “diaspora” to silence us. Many of us were raised there. Our families are still there. Our grief is still there. The only difference is that we can speak without being arrested. Being diaspora does not make this lighter. My body may be here, but my mind is not. I don’t sleep or eat peacefully. Every day I see another face, another story, people who had plans, families, ordinary lives before they reduced into numbers, numbers that many deny or mock. These aren’t statistics. They look like people I love. While we can mourn freely, our relatives back home are threatened into silence, even during their 40th day memorials. When my cousin called after attending protests, I was grateful she was alive. She told me she wished she wasn’t, after watching her friends get shot and killed on the street. She told me about a friend who was raped in prison. Another cousin disappeared during the Mahsa Amini uprising. Weeks of silence. We didn’t know if she was alive. Years earlier, her husband had already been killed. She survived that. Now she has been killed too. Even now, relatives tell us to delete messages. To unsend. Because sharing the full truth could cost them their lives. “If only you knew the details” People are not only killed. They are silenced while still breathing. If you continue blaming victims while defending a government that uses faith to justify brutality, against women, men, children, even animals, then you are choosing what you stand for. Attacking innocent people does not protect your religion. It reveals it.

A rant ⚠️ I grew up in Iran. I lived there most of my life. Four years ago, I would have told you Islam and the Islamic Republic are separate. I believed that. I defended that distinction. Today, for many of us, that distinction no longer feels real. Islam did not arrive in Iran peacefully. It entered through conquest. And today, religion is again enforced through state power. When faith repeatedly arrives and survives through coercion, it’s not surprising that people question the foundation itself. This anger did not come from nowhere. It came from being told this is a “religion of peace” while brutality was justified through it, and from watching leaders openly say they would kill thousands, even millions, to protect their rule and reshape and erase Iranian identity. And it came from hearing people, safe and comfortable in other countries, insist their beliefs are peaceful while defending or excusing that violence. I don’t have many religious relatives left. The ones who were deeply religious have lost whatever faith they had. That may be the Islamic Republic’s greatest and only achievement. And don’t use “diaspora” to silence us. Many of us were raised there. Our families are still there. Our grief is still there. The only difference is that we can speak without being arrested. Being diaspora does not make this lighter. My body may be here, but my mind is not. I don’t sleep or eat peacefully. Every day I see another face, another story, people who had plans, families, ordinary lives before they reduced into numbers, numbers that many deny or mock. These aren’t statistics. They look like people I love. While we can mourn freely, our relatives back home are threatened into silence, even during their 40th day memorials. When my cousin called after attending protests, I was grateful she was alive. She told me she wished she wasn’t, after watching her friends get shot and killed on the street. She told me about a friend who was raped in prison. Another cousin disappeared during the Mahsa Amini uprising. Weeks of silence. We didn’t know if she was alive. Years earlier, her husband had already been killed. She survived that. Now she has been killed too. Even now, relatives tell us to delete messages. To unsend. Because sharing the full truth could cost them their lives. “If only you knew the details” People are not only killed. They are silenced while still breathing. If you continue blaming victims while defending a government that uses faith to justify brutality, against women, men, children, even animals, then you are choosing what you stand for. Attacking innocent people does not protect your religion. It reveals it.

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