Quitting isn’t in my DNA, and neither is standing still.

Omid57

When I was young, I used to punch the wall to train—not to knock it down, but to make myself stronger. Now that I’m in my middle years, I’m constantly punching the wall of injustice and oppression. This time, it’s to tear it down, but it feels like my actions are only making the wall stronger.

But just like when I was a kid and kept punching until my hands were bleeding, I’m not gonna stop now until the wall of injustice crumbles.

Omid57

How can a leader who failed to manage even a small business claim to be capable of running an entire nation? As someone who has spent thirty years on the front lines of this struggle, I formally state that I do not accept Reza Pahlavi as my representative or proxy. Anyone who backs military strikes against their own homeland, and whose followers suppress dissent, is simply a repeat of the very tyranny we are fighting to escape.

Omid57

You know, some things just can’t be put into words or written down on paper. You have to sit down and read them straight from someone’s eyes. That’s exactly where I am these days—filled with all these unspoken thoughts that only truly make sense in the silence.

Omid57

For the past few days, I have felt an overwhelming urge to find a quiet corner and simply cry. The images and videos emerging from Iran are agonizing; they are enough to bring any human being to tears.

I cannot erase the image of that father from my mind—searching through hundreds of lifeless bodies for his son, crying out: “Sepehr… Sepehr, my son, where are you? Papa is here… where are you, my boy?” These haunting scenes stay with me, making it impossible to find peace or sleep at night.

With reports stating the death toll has surpassed 30,000, this is nothing less than a crime against humanity. My only hope is that this dark era comes to an end as soon as possible.

Omid57