A nation of genius, grace, and global beauty — hijacked by hyenas.
Iran was never a land of bombs and bunkers. It was a land of poetry, science, art, and honour. A land of Ferdowsi, Khayyam, Avicenna, Rumi, and Hafez. A people of brilliance — not brutality.
But under this regime, our light was dimmed. Our children were robbed of joy. Our elders watched their culture wither. And millions fled the soil they loved.
The promise was justice. The result was corruption. The promise was faith. The result was fear. The promise was independence. The result was isolation.
The Islamic Republic stole not just our resources — but our future.
All of it was possible. But they chose tyranny over truth.
Regimes fall. Nations rise. And the spirit of Iran has not died. When the chains break, let no one doubt: we were always more than this.