A letter to my dear and valiant nation of Iran


 A letter to my dear and valiant nation of Iran

Author: Gouya Roshan 


Although today I cannot be with you, although my voice is lost amid the hail of bullets and the suffocating streets of the mullahs’ regime, my heart is with you… with every step you take, with every cry that is trapped in your throat.

The burning tears of longing flow uncontrollably down my cheeks. I know that distant shouts, raised from the safe streets of other countries, are no balm for the pain of my homeland’s blood-stained streets. I know they cannot heal so many wounds and so much courage.

I, and perhaps many of us, are not physically with you, but our souls follow in your footsteps, O brave people, my wounded Iran.

For years I have been unable to embrace my loved ones. This warmth, this distance, slowly consumes a person. It is a pain that defies expression and condemns the nights to silent tears.

I hope that one day, not too far from now, I will be with you again. With my brave compatriots, with my loved ones, in a homeland where breathing is no longer a crime.

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