We weren’t supposed to be together! I was supposed to be one and then you by a big margin. I was supposed to live his own life and go to the battle every day of his life to survive and be involved in his own stories and no matter where he is, he should be on his own work lest any problem come in the way of his future! But that’s not it. I endured and you didn’t! I screamed and you cried, I was shot and you were wounded and disintegrated, I gave my life for you and you shot your eyes so that I would stay, we fought and we fought and finally we tasted sweet After many years, we tasted it. We saw and understood how glorious it is to shout together, regardless of any difference of opinion or point of view. Now the green fish is sitting in the bar and the fish in the tank is staring at the hands of the clock that the moment of delivery is coming. bring the year to us. This year, Nowruz is more glorious than any year, although it is bitter to see the empty place of many immortal names who died for freedom. But Nowruz is a promise of a new day for Menuto! To make us believe that lead bullets, torture and threats and executions do not prevent trees from growing green again and blooming. You poor people must fail several times in your efforts to destroy the tradition of Nowruz for 40 years to understand that Nowruz means the lives of the children of Iran. It is closed. Every year we celebrate the renewal of the earth more magnificently, even in the years of tears and bitterness! In the years that our eyes remained on the way of the loved ones who have gone and our number decreased one by one! But hope is alive in our hearts! No matter if you kill us, or kill us, we will be green again from our wounds, and we will grow, and we will be green, and we will be spring, and we will overcome your rotten and dirty winter. We fought. Let’s watch and soon the spring will bring back the sad and tired land. Because we are the descendants of Cyrus, we are the generation of light and always victorious over every evil. And the darkness of your hideous existence will wipe out the monsters thirsty for the blood of every Iranian from our beautiful land, and the day is not far when every tree will have a flower and every flower will have a smile from life, a smile from joy, a smile from freedom.
For women, for freedom
For man, for life
For everyone, for victory
Happy Nowruz
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