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💚🤍❤️ When the Homeland Speaks Without a Voice
Read more: 💚🤍❤️ When the Homeland Speaks Without a VoiceHome Today, I watched from my home in exile, the Munich conference glowing on my TV screen— a window into a dream deferred. And in that screen, I saw a glimpse of the Iran that could be. My heart folded itself into a green, white, red prayer, half aching, half aflame. I carry my homeland…
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🌸 Desert Flowers | گلهای صحرایی
Read more: 🌸 Desert Flowers | گلهای صحراییHome In the vast silence of exile, where no homeland meets the eye, these flowers bloom—not from soil, but from longing, stitched with breath and prayer. They gather on silk like whispered hopes, each petal a memory, each thread a plea. Around the turquoise stillness, I wait. I remember. I clear the dust from the…
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🩸 Don’t Quote the Law with Blood on Your Hands
Read more: 🩸 Don’t Quote the Law with Blood on Your HandsHome In recent days, the Islamic Republic has stepped up its international propaganda. On screens across the world — from CNN to Al Jazeera — their spokesmen sit polished and prepared, quoting international law as if it were scripture. “Article this, Article that,” they say with rehearsed indignation, condemning Israel’s attacks on IRGC commanders or…
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🤞 A Hope That Carries Us Forward: Why I Support Reza Pahlavi
Read more: 🤞 A Hope That Carries Us Forward: Why I Support Reza PahlaviHome In these dark days, when every headline screams of war, loss, and injustice… I find myself clinging to something rare and essential: hope. Hope not as a naïve dream, but as a conscious choice — a quiet act of resistance against despair. As an Iranian woman living in exile for many years, I’ve carried…
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