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Violence and Bombs are for Americans and Izrahellis and their fantasies of being the chosen people nobody wants near. Persian poetry, and progress of all peoples is the Persian Way that Vultures with Violent & Manipulative cultures, yes, they sip coffee and skip the news about bombs to foreigners. Bombs on Tehran are not the answer to protecting Iranians romnharm. 🇮🇱❌️ is not good for anyone

With Izrahell, even a fellow citizen is not a worthy enough voice to correct wrongs or allow for a change that is in conflict with those at the top. The top of the line of power wants to conduct invasions, orchestrate events to manufacture consent and engage in violence and abuse devalues others, expand their land beyond the current borders, like their ego that inflates with entitlement, for the sake of CONTROL, something the psychopathic narcissistic character of leadership seeks to keep and expand also.

Thank you to each and every one of you who have messaged me, thinking of me, my family, my loved ones, and my love of all loves, our Irān, and the Persian spirit of love, respect, and liberty, which has been tarnished by bloodthirsty power structures, including the Islamic Republic muzzling Iranians for decades, foreign interference dividing the region, and any regime that justifies violence. No people should be blamed for the crimes of states. History has shown us the horror of scapegoating, and no atrocity justifies another. Harming Irān—a civilisation rooted in the sacred knowledge that love and its protection are paramount: is a tragedy. I am exhausted by the normalisation of civilian deaths. The only thing that matters is remembering each other, holding each other in mind, and protecting love rather than destroying it. 💚🤍❤️🦁🌞

Excited to see that the crossroads downtown MTL is furnished with the things that actually matter #

I will tell you why being Persian is a privilege of such heavy responsibility I gladly take and keep and wish for other, and want to offer. And here it is:

There is a difference between conflict and calculated harm.

When someone knowingly destabilises another to secure advantage, erodes another’s safety to preserve ego, or benefits themselves at the cost of another’s dignity, that is not strength. It is a moral failure.

When pain is voiced, it is not aggression. Pain requires alerting. If the alarm is treated as the offence and attention is diverted from the one causing harm, maturity requires that we ask why, and who benefits from that diversion.

Violence must never be promoted. But refusing violence does not mean permitting abuse. Protection of dignity is not retaliation. It is responsibility.

When harm persists despite warning, boundaries must become unmistakable. Not as revenge, but as a decisive stop.

And I am proud to belong to a culture that understands this.

Persian culture protects the good. It treats love not as sentiment, but as courage, discipline and responsibility. Love as strength. Love as the commitment to mutual benefit.

And yes, there is an enemy.

Not a people. Not a nation.

The enemy is the absence of empathy.
The enemy is selfishness that discards the humanity of others.
The enemy is domination masquerading as power.

Against that enemy, I stand rooted in love.

That is the treasure I have received from the ancient foundation of my heritage. It humbles me. It strengthens me. It obliges me.

Rooted in love, I am stronger than anything that seeks to erode it.

And that strength is chosen.

Grief is the pain of loss of what is truly loved. Those who do not grieve the loss of life are not human. They are psychopaths dressed in human garb.

To grieve is to expresses the pain of love lost.

I love Iran and Iranians. & the Persian spirit that carries us all without the expectation of anything back.

And because I’m Iranian, I don’t see why we should not grieve the loss of anyone, particularly when they are on their path to growth and discovery of the world, like the kids of Palestine. They deserve love and hugs and play, instead of being bombarded with American hatred & Israhelli destruction & chaos becoming of the dreams of a pathological psychopath narcissist.

Those do not feel the pain of another are not human.

This was me, deciding whether or not to go into the deep freeze from hell today for a coffee. for those interested, the debate was resolved with me actually going out and for more fun news tomorrow’s gonna be worse. but I did take a lot of pictures and I hope the beauty that I see in the world can be the beauty that you see Persian things

Good Morning world.
Isn’t this opening “Dear Maryam” of this beautiful song just kind and soothing into the arms of a father seeing his daughter after a long time? This has to do with the background of the story.

Remember that the Selfish Few who do not mind watching us suffer and in fact take great pleasure in it, are deeply afraid of us. Because they know very well that their crooked nonsense has an expiry date and they fear we find out that we are superior to them for having the strongest force in the known universe working for us on our side and is symbolized by the beating loving and courageous heart that they can only imitate it at best.

Such power and prowess in our possession… that is why the emotionally stunted need so much to dismiss all things emotion, feeling and intuitive knowing. Thinking that doubt is going to break us, they don’t know what’s coming for them.

There’s just something about this song that is complete life energy