زن زندگی آزادی
Women, Life, Freedom
As I stand here in my dimly lit bathroom, deciding which essential oils to use in my hair tonight, in a flash I project myself into Iran and the safe walls I feel comfort living in come crashing down as I see blood run down the streets. Through the fog of distraction, I see clear vision and right now I see I. I notice in myself the disability so many of us have adapted of blocking out our feelings. Flipping a switch in order to not feel because how can we dare to feel?
With truth being the hardest pill to swallow many opt for the liquid form fully aware its easily distorted. When thinking of self as separate then another, it becomes easier to disconnect from a reality other than our own but that’s the biggest illusion and scam of modern society. We are not divided by boarders, colors, beliefs, opinions, preferences, sex, lanes and names. When we bleed, we bleed the same. I and I, they are we, just in different situations and countries. Too many of our soul rebel warriors fighting for freedom and equality are being held captive, raped and killed to prevent them from entering heaven. Punishment for self expression. In a world where we are constantly fed with distractions to manipulate the direction of the unstoppable process of evolution, it is a rebellious act to pay attention. To question, disagree, or be FREE. At all ages, races and religions, we are all Earths children. Where there is no you there is no me. A revolution run by teenage girls risking their last breath. When I breathe I breathe with you.
Men of Iran, I hesitate when writing this in the privacy of my own home all the way from America but when watching an army of girls flood the streets together but alone, who the hell am I?
Men of Iran, just stop and think, that’s your mother who gave you life. Your sisters, your aunts, your nieces, your wife. Your nurturers, your pulse, your KIDS. God doesn’t reward you for any single part of this.
Men of Iran, WAKE UP. You are not men at all, no matter how tall you stand, you stand in the blood of Gods Angels. But how can we argue ignorance with anger, when they look in the mirror all they see is a stranger. Gripping on to false harmony. Who the hell is he?
As for the men that have joined the fight for freedom, flipped the switch and answered our calls, with bravery and love joining the cause, Thank you. The real alphas are scattered through the pride of lionesses, striving to make them feel safe, protesting independence and strength- our saving grace. May the beat of this movement ripple through to outer space. Until then, we pray.
