47 years.
For 47 years a regime has held one of the world’s oldest civilizations in iron grip. Iranians. A people of poets, kings, inventors, mystics. Reduced to veils and sharia by men who fear a woman’s hair more than they fear God.
But I have seen your faces. I have heard your voices in the streets. I have watched your women tear off the hijab and burn it in front of men with guns.
That is not weakness. That is fire.
The lion on the flag is not a symbol. It is a memory. And memory is the most dangerous weapon against a regime built on lies.
The cross around my neck and the lion on my cap. Different paths, same direction - away from fear, toward truth.
Iran will be free. Not because the West says so. But because you say so - and because your prayers are heard.
And even if some weeks feel like stillness - as if the world has turned its eyes away, as if your cause has slipped out of the news cycle - it does not mean you are forgotten.
It does not mean the fight is over. It does not mean heaven has closed its eyes.
Silence is not the same as absence. Sometimes it is precisely in the silence that God works hardest. That soil is turned. That roots rot beneath regimes that look strong on the outside.
You are not forgotten. You are not alone. And your hour is coming. SOON! I love you! I pray for you. Many people does - especially men and women of God.❤️🔥🪽✝️
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