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I have wanted to write about the Iran massacre since the day it happened, yet every time I tried, words felt too small for the scale of grief. Some tragedies are so vast that language breaks before they do.

For decades, countless innocent lives have been taken, families shattered, futures stolen by an unashamed murderous “Islamic” regime. But a mass killing of this magnitude cannot fade with time or be buried in silence. Memory is the only justice many victims will ever receive, and forgetting would be another loss.

I carry anger, sorrow, and an overwhelming love for my homeland all at once. Loving a country from afar means carrying its pain inside you every day. It means watching from a distance while wishing you could protect the people you care about most.

Today I don’t claim to have the perfect words. I only have a promise: to remember, to speak, and to stand with those who continue to hope, resist, and dream of a free and peaceful Iran. My heart is with every family who is grieving, and with every person who refuses to give up on a better future.