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my life feels like a to-do list i have to work through.
wake up.
study.
answer messages.
sleep.
repeat.
somewhere along the way,
i stopped feeling like a person.
i don’t sleep.
i am haunted by anxiety.
by the things i saw.
by the things i try not to remember.
i spend so much energy pretending i’m okay
that i have none left for anything else.
i’m not suicidal.
i just wish this pressure inside my chest would stop.
i wish my mind would be quiet for one day.
i think i’ve been surviving for so long
that i forgot what living feels like.
:‘)
it feels like a confession to admit this.
i sit in university classes talking about trauma, war, displacement, how to help refugees, how terrible events shape people, how pain settles into the body.
and all the while
i am trying not to think.
because the moment i truly let myself feel it
i collapse.
so i keep living.
i study.
i laugh sometimes.
i answer messages.
and somewhere inside me
there is this unbearable guilt
for continuing my life
while my people are suffering.
i feel numb so often that it scares me.
and then suddenly it all comes back at once
the fear
the grief
the anger
the homesickness
the faces i miss so much it physically hurts.
i am not the same girl i was before all of this.
sometimes i don’t know if i will ever become her again.
and what hurts the most
is how easily the world keeps moving.
how something so horrific slowly becomes “normal.”
sometimes i even catch myself trying not to think about iran at all
because thinking about it hurts so deeply
that i can barely breathe.
and then i feel horrible for it.
like i am betraying the people i love
just by surviving.
تهران 💝
my favorite city on this planet
I finally have access to internet after 70+ days of internet block out at the hands of the Islamic Republic of Iran (yes, the same one you first-world country people are so eager to defend).
You have been brainwashed and you don't even know it. Do you have the slightest idea what it feels like to be cut off from the rest of the world? Yet you defend our oppressors.
Where are the "human rights" activists now? Are we not human enough for you?
Fuck your fake morality.
22 is the year you become the world’s best friend.
maybe that starts with being softer with yourself.
with letting yourself be loved.
with accepting the hands that reach for you instead of learning to carry everything alone.
turning 22 felt heavy for a second,
but my fiancé never lets sadness stay beside me for too long.
somehow, he always finds a way
to make the world feel softer again.
maybe this year is not about having everything figured out.
maybe it is just about love,
about peace,
about learning that being held is not weakness.
- happy birthday to me🤍
Polaroid by Andrei Tarkovsky from the book Instant Light: Tarkovsky Polaroids from Thames and Hudson.
i work in a refugee shelter alongside my studies, where i lead a girls group. there is one situation that hasn’t left my mind. a seven year old girl from afghanistan asked me if i was fasting. i said no. she asked me why, and i told her that i’m not muslim. her response was that i would go to hell.
i wasn’t angry. in that moment, i didn’t see a “mean” child. i saw a child carrying things at seven years old that she shouldn’t have to carry. i explained to her calmly that we don’t say things like that, that every religion has its place, and that everyone is allowed to believe in what they choose.
but the situation also made me reflect on my own beliefs. i was never truly religious. i tried, and my cousin, who is very faithful, tried to bring me closer to allah. but i never found the right words for what i believe in. i still haven’t.
i just know that i don’t belong to any one religion. and yet, i believe. i believe in something greater than us. in a god who isn’t limited or owned by any one belief system. for me, god is everywhere. in me, in nature, in the water i drink every day. i find him in the birds in the morning and in the sunset at night.
my god doesn’t expect anything from me except to be a good person. to live with a clear mind and a good intention.
خدایا شکرت
germans are in a collective psychosis over a whale named hope, calling it heartbreaking, inhumane, crying, tattooing it into their skin, marching in the streets, while iran has been cut off from the world for over 40 days, 984 hours without internet, without a voice, without a way to show what’s being done, 984 hours of not knowing if your own family is alive, and somehow this doesn’t shake anyone the same way, i can’t take this anymore😀😀😀
Tehran, last night/ Apr 6 - 2026
Rabbi Yunus Homami Lalezar, standing on the ruins of the Jewish synagogue in Tehran after the bombing 💔, Apr 7 - 2026
One of the most influential and oldest continuous civilizations in the world, yet barely mentioned and even emboldened by Hollywood to make racist and disgustingly vile and historically inaccurate movies like ''300''
A very rich, and one of the most influential cuisines in the world, yet barely mentioned in the culinary world or on popular cooking shows.
The first woman in history to ever win a Fields Medal, the highest honor in mathematics, yet no biopic or documentary to be found about her.
The ''Paisley'' motif (which is actually called boteh), to this day still being used by many fashion designers in fabrics and designs, yet barely given credit for its Persian origin, especially disrespectful considering how sacred and symbolic this motif is in Iranian culture.
A huge fuck you to not only Western media, propaganda outlets and Hollywood for doing such a deliberate and disgusting disservice to not only Iran but the region as a whole, for decades.
But more importantly, a huge fuck you to the Islamic regime, for putting such a stain on our legacy
manifesting for the complete removal of IRGC 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️
"When you open your eyes in the morning, you scour Vahid Online's posts for the names of your family's and friends' neighborhoods. Then you pray to God that Trump hasn't said anything new, and then you check to see if anyone was executed while you were asleep. Starting your morning like this isn't called 'living'."
i keep seeing people say “why is war always the first choice?” talking about iran. like…. uhmmm…. this is like the 57th choice? it’s been almost 50 years of failed diplomacy, negotiations, economic pressure, like the democratic world has thrown everything at the iri short of bombs and the iri just continues to consolidate power, mass murder their own people, fund terror proxies in the region and all over the world, and destabilize the region. like be so for real right now this war is plan Z, just admit you haven’t been paying attention and go