We are not the generation who took part in the 1979 revolution; many of us were kids in the time of war of Iran and Iraq. Many of the people who dominated the streets were born into the situation and the revolution and the long-term and short term goals of the directors of this new bizarre institution of theocratic hypocrisy did not affect their minds and hearts and goals and lifestyles in a way that the regime would approve of. The educated and modern younger generation never thought that a movement that would include them all would have an effect. However, the last presidential hopefuls addressed them and promised that their demands are taken into consideration and the change that they demanded is out there in the horizon in case they were elected. Not that what they said was exactly what the youth demanded, but the message was convincing and it was an opportunity for them to show a bit of hope, to come together under a unifying color of green an umbrella that would bring them together despite the differences and magnify their common desire of justice, freedom, and harmony.

The greens were not armed, they were not supported by an outside army, they lacked a theme, and they were severed, killed and raped. The events lead the emotions of the demonstrators to the next one and the emotions of spitefulness and fear lead the oppressive forces into actions that stained their identity worse than any other time. It stained their robes of religious observance and they sold their souls to the devil justifying the measures in the name of keeping the pretentious religious tyranny together. I don’t know if they ever believed in the world after as the believers who police the belief and the religious appearance of the rest of the nation. Do they really believe that their actions would ever have consequences for them, or they lost the belief gradually in the process of their metamorphosis?

A year has passed and I assume there is no other country that has as many university students in its jails as ours. One year has passed and in the Middle East, no other country has executed as many Kurds of the nation as ours have done. No other nation around in the Middle East has as many prisoners in jail because of their religious or their political affiliations.

The green movement is chained and it is not dead, it is breathing, they cannot kill this green presence, now the world is aware of the needs and demands of our people, our voices as reached the skies, the sound of our cries in the middle of the dark nights shouting that the Lord is great and shouting that we wanted the dictator dead, gone, weakened, ended, we need not to seek any more, the dictators choose their own destiny, which is indeed very painful very regretful.

The future is ours, in a bright Middle East, were nations are friends and not foes, where each supports the other like brethren, where people rule and the norms that are accepted in our era are allowed and not suppressed, where religions are there to inspire and not the tools in the hands of power mongers. The green movement would blend into the future of this beautiful region, our nations would not be played with, ignorance would find no home here and the people of the world would come to celebrate and war would be a just a history that teaches us how not to war.

Neda will never die, nor would Sohrab, neither Ehsan Fattahi or Shirin Alamhooli, Majeed is still in jail, perhaps so weak in body, but man, is there any single individual around the world as Free in spirits as he is?

The regime does not have the support of the world, or the support of the skies, nor the support of the people, together we observe and count the days that they dig the graves to their own destiny.

Today, the mothers do not get to mourn for their children; they do not receive the lifeless bodies of their beloved ones who had been suffocated because what they breathed out smelt of freedom.

We long for tomorrow, we do not need to push, tomorrow arrives and there will be a brighter future for my nation and my region,

Viva Green Iran.

Viva Middle East.

You are a shame to anyone who truthfully believes in a religious dress code, anyone who decently believes and practices the religious teachings, you are the reason many just hate to even think of a dress code as something good. You make it dirty you make it the production of a sexist sadistic pitiful mind. Your lust is sensed by all, you are hated, you are lost in your lust. A day will come that we show as much of ourselves as we believe is right, and in that day we cover you in a black Chador and we make sure your face is veiled, fully covered, from tip to toe not that you are tempting, gush you are disgusting that’s why you will be covered like that to the end of your life. Yeah, things will change and this is the least punishment for a loser like you who make me veil without my consent. Confound you!

Years have passed and I am very grateful for his destiny because he is not alive to witness what is happening to the youth of this beautiful district from within and not from without. He is not alive to witness that Ehsan Fattahian, the handsome Kurdish teacher being killed for being honest with his students. He is not there to see Shirin’s lifeless body hanging from the noose, the girl who wrote to the world, pleaded, sought for support, for a bit of emotion, a bit of national or human sense.

My father is not alive to hear of Kamangar the archer being hunted by the blood thirsty indoor nemesis of our nation, of our freedom, the nemesis of our being a free democratic people. Yes, from this day on call me your nemesis, because if my father is not in this world, I am, I am here to make your dark dreams even scarier. I am here to make you bitter. I am here to show you that as long as I live, you are hated, haunted, humiliated, expelled.

You go on executing my people and I am here with millions of people like me, you have been executed for long in the collective memory of my generation. It is the end of your dynasty. You will be remembered as the advocates of the dark ages of my country, the dark ages that once finished, it will never re-emerge. My father’s blood will flood your lives, you will be suffocated in the blood you did not respect. You executed his brothers and sisters, you chained his beloved people, you insulted the freedom he gave his being to, you ruined whatever he invested in with his being. Vow to you, you will never feel safe again, you will never feel happy, you will never have a life, it is the end of your polluted era.

From today, you the Islamic republic of Iran! You can call me the Iranian Lioness your Nemesis and this I swear in the name of all the scared entities that I will not give up on destroying your criminal foundations, I will never give up freeing my nation and its youth from your disgusting claws.

Call me your nemesis from this day on.

Climate unrest made the rush of heat slow down as it approached the Gulf. It is getting hot and humid, the sun would shine as explicitly as it shines, right over the blazing shores and over the shoulders of the fishermen.

The rush of merchants and tourists, oil tankers and politicians doesn’t change the delicious calm of the region. When you talk of the Gulf, you can’t stop being romantic, you would know that if you smoke your waterpipe by its shores.

To us Iranians it is “The Persian Gulf”, we say the history shows in her accounts how Persian it is. On the other side of the Gulf it is called “The Arab Gulf”, that is the dominant language on the other side, and the number of Arab countries around the Gulf suggests that even if Persian, it is too tightly surrounded by Arab countries. As a Persian student who have studies in Arab countries as well, I am not surprised by the name of “Arab Gulf” which was in the text books of the schools I attended. I was later not surprised to see both Gulf and Oman sea be called “The Arabian Seas” on maps, and as an Iranian I am not surprised to see how Iranian react to their “Ever Persian Gulf” being called the Arab Gulf.

Despite all the issues that accompany the re-emerging of this disputation on the surface as the elections in all the countries around are in process, I see how the lives of people living in the region unaffected.
The Arab Gulf countries had been good to the mass migration of Persian speaking people who did not feel secure socially or financially or culturally. Iranians have their schools and universities open and boosting in the Arab Gulf countries. This shows that these countries are culturally stable, that they do not find opening of a couple of schools a threat to their culture. However on the other side of the Gulf, where Iran spreads its skirt of terrain over the northern shores of the Gulf, it is not the same story. Persian Language is the standard language of the country and I have not heard of any other school being functional, mediating the courses in any other language but Persian, though Iran is a combination of many different ethnic groups who have their own language, and Persian is not their first language.

Before the Iran and Iraq war there was a single Arabic medium school in the Khoozestan province, that school was closed never to be re-opened after the war. The fact is many people in the southern provinces of Iran are Arab Iranians and Arabic is their first language, but they do not have a direct access to Arabic education. They will need to pass the same courses planned for the Persian speaking students of high school.

Some time back I met this lady of Arab origin who had academic education in the Persian speaking universities. She was an Iranian Arab lady native to “Gulf”. She was talking about the schools where Persian speaking teachers would teach them Arabic and tell them they did not speak Arabic right!

She thought her country was not doing her – as an Iranian ethnic Arab – justice, she thought if she had a chance to have a bilingual education as she grew up and made it to the university, so that her Arabic would be polished and upgraded, she could have served her country much better than the ones who were Persian speaking and learnt Arabic as a second language.

What I am trying to talk about is the necessity of pushing aside this game of “Golf over the Gulf” and trying to consider the cultural problems, the social problems that the beautiful people of this region have, trying to find out how the Persian speaking and the Arabic speaking people of the Gulf. The problems of ethnicities and the dominant cultures and what is being compromised in between really needs to be addressed.

As to myself, I am reviving the Arabic I learnt back in the schools, it is pleasant talking to the young children, they correct my language, and they teach me more. I would have loved that in all countries around the Gulf, including ours, we open institutions that would preserve and upgrade the language and culture Middle East at large, meanwhile I can open a kindergarten and enjoy playing with “Gubbah”, that is what a ball is called in the Arab dialect spoken where I live.

The story could be just a story, but the fact is India is unique, a place where a billion people live side by side and the technology doesn’t scare the respected animals away. It’s the place where the affiliates of different religions pay respect to the graves of saints of other religions. Religion could be a cause of problem, but not like any other place in the world, you can see the followers of different religions that might seem to be contradicting, live peacefully in the same areas. It’s the place visitors from the world step into, to get blessed with the peace it emanates.

Some might talk about the unrest in few provinces, but when you talk to the people of the same regions, you understand it is more for some to gain a political validity when they want to step into politics, it is some thing created and short lived, and it is not real. In Middle East, when we are loaded with the tension of our region, we go Eastward, we meditate by the Indian ocean, by the blissful Ganges, we step into the country that embraces us all even if we fight one another back in the Middle East. In India, unlike any other place in the world you can see a brother in your foe, because the enchanting land provides you with additional dimensions and you enter the worlds where the cause of all these superficial problems seem to be so remote, so unreal, and so unnecessary.

Our hearts mourn with India; we owe the land with as many Hindi movies we have watched, with as many moves from its exotic dances we have learnt as a child, India! Be away from chaos, you are worth millions of worlds. May G-d obliterate the enemies of people, the enemies of peace, the enemies of life and humanity. May G-d comfort the families of the precious people who lost their lives in the attacks, May G-d help the ones who are now in the evil hands of the terrorists, oh they may create the unrest, but they can never change the heavenly image of India. Jai Hindustan.

Yesterday, in the University of Science and Technology in Tehran through another ceremony, the burial took place and the president stated that the act was a very important task being done.

As a member of MEY I want to ask you guys from all over the ME, and the rest of the people who might read these posts, how do you feel about all this? If you were a university student how would you take it? Why you think they are doing this to us? What exactly is their objective? How would you react if you were (G-d forbid) to experience the same thing?

We are in the neighboring Iran and we don’t know much about our neighbor, but I recall my great grandmother, who was so old and she couldn’t move out of the bed, she wore a veil when she watched tv, she believed the tv men would see her. She loved Bhuto and when Bhuto was on the news she would talk to her, invite her!

She was popular in the Middle East. When it comes to corruption charges, here in our beloved Middle East, one never knews they are for real, or they are the efforts of the opposing party to take over.

In all the sad news we hear about Pakistan, this beautiful country home to good people of Pakistan, it was an inspiring event to hear that Bhuto made her mind to go tend the untended, to help the ones who needed her intervention, and they were many.

It was dangerous and she was courageous. She stepped into the region realizing all the danger.

She ignored all the bombings, all the treats and all the bombs that would explode in front of her eyes. She made a desicion like a Woman. A woman when she decides she is doing some thing just and she wants to do it, oh man is there any one to stop her? no one dares.

Well we lost her this morning. She was injured and the injuries were too critical to give her more change of living.

In my mind and as I feel, in the minds of many people around us , she will be a flower, eternally blooming in the name of freedom.

G-d bless her soul and G-d help her family and her beloved nation and all the ones who feel for her, in their grief.

Pakistan, I want to live as to see you prosper, your rights reserved, your people liberated, peace preserved and a promising future for your people granted, Amen