These days, the streets of our cities are witnessing something strange, something that has left the frozen-in-time people of my country, Iran, in utter disbelief. People who for years believed even the tiniest change was impossible, people who were floundering in the depths of despair.   Girls who, despite the compulsory hijab law hanging over their heads like a sword, now walk the streets with their hair uncovered and no longer fear being beaten to death.Girls like me.   Women and girls who still have their scarves loosely draped around their necks, who seem carefree as they walk, but in truth, that very loosely-worn scarf is itself a quiet act of disbelief in the current order.   In the middle of all this chaos, everyone has something to say, and the batons have only been half-lowered.You still can’t trust anything. You still live with the fear that at any moment someone might grab your hair, drag you into a corner, call you a whore, and the law will stand behind the attacker.     In Iran, when a woman steps out of her house without a hijab, she laughs, lets her hair dance in the wind, and people think everything has changed.It really hasn’t.