Drawn with blood. Named with love.
This is not a map.
This is a wound.
Iran is a great civilization.
A beautiful land.
Rich in history, culture, and potential.
And yet, for 47 years, it has been pushed toward ruin.
Our brightest minds are killed.
Our most beautiful souls are buried.
We wanted to connect with the world.
To be known for art, science, and humanity.
Not for extremism and darkness.
We wanted normal lives.
Nothing more.
We are drowning in a grief that has no shore, each tear a whisper for the lives stolen, the dreams silenced, the songs never sung.
This world cries endlessly, a river of mourning that cannot be held back, for every life lost carries a universe of love, hope, and tragedy that will never breathe again.
And in the end:
Those who died this year
were the most loving among us.
Stay in love.
Stay human.
Be the voice of Iran.
And stay Based 💙
Love and peace 🕊️
And it is still bleeding ...
- Fragment VI -