After three months of complete isolation — no internet, cut off from the entire outside world — the country that had sunk into total digital darkness is finally back online.
It’s been about a month now since the connection has returned. Slowly, unevenly, people from different corners of the country are finding their way back to the free world.
But I’m so angry. Angry at the world. Angry at the people on the other side of the world who didn’t see even a fraction of our pain and suffering. They left us to rot in this hell just to protect their own interests. Bravo to you all.
We Iranians have a saying for it: “Stab him with a knife and no blood comes out.”
Right now, I feel like a broken, beaten body. Every time a knife sinks into me, only thick black tar pours out. To be honest I didn’t even want to write again. When you have so much to say that your throat closes up, you just choke. You cry from the inside.
Everything hurts.
My whole being is covered in stab wounds. It feels like a merciless monster has driven a sword into me thousands of times — in and out, in and out — and now blood is pouring from every part of me.
I AM PAIN.
They should have used the word “Iran” to define pain. And you — all of you who think Gaza and Palestine are suffering genocide — you have no idea what real slaughter looks like.
You clueless, headless beings don’t even understand where the real source of pain is coming from.
In the last four months that they cut off our internet, they took six hundred people to the gallows. Most of them were young, under thirty. They even executed a few children. Congratulations, champions of democracy and humanity.
If anyone dares to open their mouth in protest, they either get the death sentence or heavy prison terms and lashes. Enjoy watching Islam at its peak.
They sentenced a young man to death because he refused to hand over his home’s security footage to the authorities so they could identify protesters.
A man who filmed the strikes gotten years in prison. You don’t believe me, search yourself:
A lawyer who stood up after his fellow lawyer brother was killed received fifteen years. That lawyer had been defending protesters — and the regime’s forces murdered him. Open Persian Instagram and all you see, one after another, are people mourning loved ones killed by security forces.
Mothers, sisters, fathers clutching photos of their daughters, sons, brothers, or even little children — crying, begging for justice, screaming in pain. I wish it didn’t hurt this much.
God, I wish I wasn’t in this much pain…And then the tears come, and I can’t even see the screen anymore…
