I wish our hearts wanted silence instead of shouting and talking

I wish our hearts wanted silence instead of shouting and talking

A note from officer Momondi Kazemi

These days, inflammation and crisis have plagued us and it is clawing at our intellect and feelings. Wherever you go, the trembling hands of Cheknam Chekmeni and the anxious look are full of questions that dig into the depths of your soul and leave burning regret in your heart and eyes:

So what happened to all the promises of peace and efforts and development and improvement of the situation and relief from war. what and what and

Why is the president whose election means avoiding war and fighting against corruption and rent-seeking and not returning to sanctions talking?!!!

Why are those who shouldn’t be silent in these turbulent political and economic days? And the information environment is complicated in mysterious currents and accusations and is full of weak and unreliable scattered words!???

And how much the hearts of the people have been hurt by a patriotic nickname for those colorful emotions a year ago, and for Iran again, Iran again.

Longing again for Iran and for Iranians to shout their historical glory in the straits of confrontation with world powers and to live safely and proudly and to be freed from the clutches of politicians, brokers and rent-seekers.

Why President Rouhani does not talk to us, he should tell us later to be recorded in history, and I think that if we tolerate this silence, it is better than hearing repeated or unsupported words. Eventually, when this silence is broken, then it is better to Let’s be aware of this last measure and pour our hearts into the words and sounds of peace.

If we are thirsty for the deception of the mirage and the tongue of the burning fire of anger, we will not be satisfied.

If we need to breathe in the fresh, dust-free air, our air will not be refreshed in the smoky and disturbed state.

If we are without money, our lives will not be changed by attacking the market of coins and dollars, and the smoke of all these inflammations will end up in our eyes.

I wish our hearts wanted silence instead of shouting and talking

I wish we would be able to think in the heat of August, this August which is full of incidents and repetition of history.

I wish we would take the dusty books from the forgotten shelves of houses and libraries and this time instead of shouting and lighting fires and wandering through virtual pages full of dusty words, we would read for each other.

I wish we could all be heard and listen to the soothing corners of music.

I wish we could go to the streets not to shout and light fires, to read together, to listen together, to look together and think about these days that we are all in solidarity to get through, and we have poured these bitterness drop by drop into the cup of our destiny, except with peace. And thought and effort do not become sweet.

I wish we could meet and become spouses and comfort each other with words and songs.

I wish we could join the artists and make music with instruments, pens, books, poems, songs, colors, and the sound of tarb, and remove the words and lyrics of peace, the veil of sadness, and the mask from the face.

Until Iran again. Iran again. Iran again

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