Standing in the dust of Atlas Mall
Imagine for a moment that after thirty-eight years of captivity and not knowing about “our situation”, he would come back alive. With white hair and beard. He was probably impatient to see his Imam’s burial place at first. With the image of Jamaran’s pale walls and porch in his head, he suddenly faced “Khomeini Palace”. Then Iran saw the money. And you know, it is a place where the rich people of the city buy a pair of shoes equivalent to the monthly salary of five workers and buy a bag equivalent to the value of the shelter of ten asylum seekers. And you understand that Iran is completely owned by one person and is worth one hundred thousand billion tomans, which is equivalent to one month’s salary of 50 million workers. And you ask what is the population of Iran today, and you find out that it is 85 million and the total population of workers, employees and teachers is 20 million.
He looked out of the window and saw the luxury complex of Atlas Mall. And you understand that the owner is the Guards Corps. And you could see the three hundred billion penthouses and villas of the son of so-and-so Ayatollah and the daughter of so-and-so minister and nephew of Bahman Sardar. And their multi-billion cars behind the red lights that four-five-year-old working children go here and there. A day or two passed, maybe a young man was disrespectful to his family and gave him the news of Akbar Tabari, Issa Sharifi and Daniyalzadeh’s embezzlement of several thousand billions. And the film of the strike of Haft Tepe workers, who have been on strike for nineteen days today and say that yesterday’s news about the payment of their April salaries was a lie.
Imagine for a moment. how did it feel what do you think what was he saying With white hair and beard and deep furrows on his face?
The imagination of his living return opens a horizon for the narration of the history of our #wounded_revolution and allows us to rethink the path we have gone astray, the protests we did not make and the cries we did not make.
A movie should be made of his fantasy of his return alive. But which filmmaker is left who is not a businessman, who will give up the greed for the benefits of custom cinema or contaminated with money laundering and have the courage to make such a film?
Now the war is closer than a hundred meters. It has reached ten meters. Reached fellow revolutionaries and former comrades. even closer to one meter We turn a blind eye to brothers and sisters-in-law who take rent and commit corruption. even closer into our own thoughts and minds where we corrupt and take rent and deceive and justify ourselves. And you are still standing in the dust and we close our ears every day so that we don’t hear your message and can do our homework.
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