"CUT"

The green in the trees here point me to your Revolution. I tried to run away from the reality of the videos and pictures,
the twits and facebook....
to sleep mostly.
No Internet here.
This island is small but happy.
The trees are so green.
It rains every so often and the sound of the coqui is the background music.
I saw four shooting stars in the darkest night.
The last demonstration I attended was in front of the "nations capital" pool.
I sat by the water for a long time, trying to motivate myself to join the party.
I watched mostly.
It lost it shoar, its crys, its desperation for "HELP US"
And here we were in front of the building, where in its corridors, muscles are flexed and decisions made.
The air is clean here, the ocean breeze stills the soul.
Yet I am restless.
You are still being raped and tortured.
My role is small, I can do nothing without the others.
Maybe we have forgotten our roles.
They show up on time and they know their cues.
sort of.
We have stood in front of the white house, the capital, the sefarat.
We have screamed with them, FOR YOU.
some wear green.
some carry flags.
some say "I"
some say "me"
they carry signs that say "unite"
Yet their actions say otherwise
perhaps we have forgotten our lines as well.
What is this wall?
Tried to climb it from all directions
Tried to crush it with the only tool that my creator has blessed me with
What is this cancer?
The theatre is cold and I had to run away for a bit.
The cancerous energy of the islamic republic forced us to join YOUR Revolution, but the disease has found its way onto our stage and caused division once again.


Forgive us NEDA.
May we hear your sweet whisper from behind this wall.
Back to reality tomorrow, back to battle.

The time has come

What have you done to my Iran? You didn’t even give me a chance to know her. All that is left is moments etched in childhood memory

We are no longer of afraid of you. You, who drove us out of our Home. You, who hunger for bloodshed, hatred, humiliating women, and spiritual darkness. You are no longer safe under your robes and “shariah law”.

The moment has come. After 30 years of the horror you have practiced in Iran, the generation you thought you had brainwashed has woken up from their nightmare. They are well-versed in the laws and can clearly oppose you. Those of us that long to be back in our Home will support the voices of those we left behind who now rise against you. We all know your appetite is the world. The generation of men and women you gave birth to are standing up and will crush you and reclaim the honor which you stole from all Iranians.

For years we gathered and whispered about the happenings inside Iran, events that even I am embarrassed to expose. My sisters inside Iran are being raped, sold, and stoned? This is my Iran? The “noch”, “noch” echos from one gathering to another. Inside of Iran , those that have had enough finally have the courage to stand before you and expose the evil ideology that you have breed. This evil ideology is a threat to individual freedom.

Now the filter you created to muffle the people has been penetrated by technology. It caught up to you right under your noses. The brilliant young people we left behind found ways around you and your traps. The opposition outnumbers you.

We have found this bold movement. Freedom is now our “rahbar”.

This is not a time to be divided about who will lead the liberation of Iran. We offer our voice as a vessel for those left in Iran. This is a time of reunion and celebration for our people. The option of diplomacy with evil has exhausted itself.

Remember Khomenie? Who said”, I will put flowers in the hands of the children of Iran”. Instead those children wiped their hands with the blood of our sisters and brothers. Remember when Khomenie died. The secrete celebration in all us that this tyrant was gone. We no longer need to celebrate in secret. We are a civilized and conscious generation. This is a time to choose who we are as human. One, without flags and boarders. One who chooses Justice and Peace for all mankind. We need the voice of those leading the fight for Freedom.

“No one wants war, neither we nor you. Our greatest efforts have been focusing on our people and forces within our boundaries, without war, to uproot the zealot Mullahs governing our country and replace them with a secular, democratic government which respects human rights and freedom” says one freedom fighter.

Listen to the story. It is an opening to seize the time of Freedom in Iran. Freedom is not free. For any of those who doubt this movement, I urge you to examine yourself and see whether you would be willing to walk their shoes.