My Dead Country!

28 years have passed since the Islamic Revolutionaries of Iran claimed their victory. On 11th of February, 1979, the last of the Royal Troops surrendered their guns in hope for peace. 28 years have passed since that day and Iran has not seen a single peaceful day. It began with endless executions, religious reforms, hostage taking and soviet style propaganda. Followed by 8 years of bloody war with Iraq, more executions, more propaganda and more pain. Then 8 years of terror and even more soviet style reforms. Everything was the Islamic version of Gorbachev’s moves! More TV stations and a couple of more Newspapers. No more mass executions. Instead, gas leaks, car accidents and unexplained hearth attacks…

Then it was time for a short break. Suddenly, over night, newspapers started to grow like mushrooms. They dared to write. People dared to read and talk. And then, they all disappeared one after another. Nobody dared to ask why. Those who did ask were stabbed, strangled to death or suddenly “died of natural causes.” People began not to dare and care. Happy citizens got happier. Sad citizens got sadder. And idiot citizens became MPs, ministers and even President. People still didn’t care. Instead, they joked! Idiots ruled and ruled and kept ruling and people kept making fun of the Idiots. Nobody cared to think about the consequences of idiots ruling their country. Nobody dared to imagine a war. A new bloody war.

The country that started to rot years ago, kept rotting… And in the end, it just died! And I didn’t care!