Connected to Iran

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Just like so many of us, I have been so absorbed with following the events in Iran, tweeting and re-tweeting and making sure #iranelection was trending. You may ask, why does a Czech person in California care? After all, how can someone who is not from Middle East, or who has not lived in Middle East, comment on Middle East, and get so deeply engrossed in its affairs?

I care because i am a Baha’i, and my identity is not clearly defined along national boundaries. There is me, ever changing, shaped by influences that I choose. Many of these influences come from Middle East, and further. And, my ambition is not to comment on Middle East or Iran. I just want to reflect on a a short clip was posted on youtube, and made its way to me via Twitter in the days leading up to the #iranelection This clip surprised me and touched my heart deeply.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtU9FMsP1pQ[/youtube]

It showed people marching in the streets in Tehran, chanting words that someone had to translate for me: “Baha’is, we support you! People of Truth (Sufis), we support you! Zoroastrians, we support you!” At that moment I knew that something special and extraordinary was happening in Iran: to my knowledge this was an unprecedented public display of support for Baha’is, who are the largest religious minority in Iran, and one most severely persecuted.

Baha’is are denied education, prevented from conducting business, arrested under the most ridiculous pretexts, thrown into jail, and faced with accusations from grave to ridiculous: spreading corruption on earth, spying for Israel, running the BBC, and orchestrating the current unrest. Baha’i cemeteries have been destroyed and desecrated, including the grave of holy Quddus, a hero martyr of the faith; Baha’i houses burnt, one of the places of pilgrimage, the house of Bab in Shiraz, destroyed.

If so many people marched in the streets of Tehran and publicly shouted support for Baha’is, then it is a sign of great hope. That short clip communicated to me so much desire for change that no #CNNfail breaking news could, and I felt a connection with the people there, not entirely rational connection, but with a couple of reasons.

One reason was because I participated in demonstrations once too, during the Czech Velvet Revolution, back in the old days before I discovered the Baha’i faith and its strict rule of non-involvement in politics. I still remember the thrill of the experience. I remember making a choice, that I did not know where it would lead, but knew I had to make: to participate, and luckily, it turned out all good.

Second reason is because of already mentioned fluid identity. You know one of those slogans on Twitter was “today we are all Iranians,” one one level, you could say this is really corny. After all, what do hipsters in California know about hijab and moral police? But on one level, it was also true, in the sense that we all can share a kinship based on values such as freedom and justice, whether hippies in Berkeley, revolutionaries in Czech Republic, or freedom fighters in Iran. And in the same way that there is no line drawn on the surface of the earth that demarcates the countries, there is no compartment in me saying you are this or that. I am influenced by those I connect with, and I connect with those who fight fear, who fight for peace, who fight for justice.

I keep the people of Iran in my prayers daily.