Persian | Former Bitcoin Miner | Swim Coach | Pro Poker Player | Kids Lover
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my dear compatriots, wherever you are, don’t forget 8 pm, our hearts beat together for freedom, for Iran 🫂🫶 https://x.com/pahlavireza/status/2008609747931721831?s=46
trump has always been popular in iran, ppl love him, after his support for iranians during the recent protests, people named a street after him 😂
okayyyy, i’ve officially entered my thirties, 29 is over, it’s my birthday 🥰 my situation is 180 degrees different from last year, maybe last year my life looked like something a lot of people would desire, but i really screwed up my life and myself 😂 one more thing, i clearly remember when i was 20, i thought about what life at thirty would look like, what a romantic life i’ll have with the man i’ll love, how many kids i’d have, being rich with in a safe country … but well, partly bcz of my own choices and partly due to circumstances, im not even close to what i imagined let’s see what i’ll be doing next year, i treated myself to a coffee & cake outside, on my way back home, wanted to share how im feeling ❤️ (my scarf’s on bcz of the compulsory hijab)
recording the last moments of my time in iran, i left iran clandestinely, and a new chapter of my life began, i hope that one day i can return to my country, i love iran and its wonderful people ❤️
persian architecture!
in 2019, because of the nationwide protests i ended up in prison, i was there for three months, i hadn’t been in the protests at all, i didn’t even really get what was going on, back then the islamic republic hadn’t really affected my life yet, plus i was still too young, but i got caught up by pure chance in a fight between a girl and a guy with the guard forces, the story is long they took me to qarachak prison in varamin, ward 7, right in the middle of prisoners, each with some kind of crime, from drugs to murder and whatever you can imagine in those three months i saw some crazy stuff, some things happened that got me separated from the rest then they moved me to the ward for people on death row or life sentences, everyone there was calm, weirdly calm, most of the time they were asleep, almost no one ever had visitors, forgotten people, most of them had been inside for more than ten years at night around 9 pm, the gaurds brought a tray of pills, everyone lined up, the guards put the pills on their tongues, handed them water, and checked they swallowed during that one month, 6 or 7 people were taken to quarantine for execution, and i never saw them again, i’d gotten to know a lot of them, even grown to really love them years have passed but sometimes i still want that same calm, even if it’s fake, to know you’re heading for the gallows, to know you’re gonna spend the rest of your life on a triple bunk bed, to have nobody visiting you, but still keep going, even those few people who no one dared to give pills to i saw with my own eyes that when a person reaches the end of the line, they go quiet, that’s where i grew up, that’s where i became who i am now