It was already a hard long year full of strives and hardships. As Iranians in diaspora, we encountered a dark moment. For many of us for the first time in our lifetime, we experienced war as close as getting bombed in our towns and streets. While we were even outside the country, we burst into tears emotionally.
Felt deepest and darkest.
Lost.
What we are doing?
What should we do?
Comes hates and hopes.
Wasted and wishes of all kinds.
What should we do?
What are our steps while not even knowing Where do we stand?
Where do we stand?
Against what has been happening, for many years now.
Against war and the forgetful world.
Don’t forget us.
We know that our land has got into their hands again.
Tired but still standing.
For ourselves and for our beliefs.
I’m sure it is not what our descendants and ancestors wished for us. So that Fighting be a part of our everyday life. For everything and on whatsoever.
Strive, rise up, and strike again.
Deep down we are all together.