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Nothing can stand in the way of millions of voices calling for change...
Via Sullivan, a song from 1979 that is apparently being sung again.
My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together.
Your tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this blackboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scars of the lash of tyranny and injustice.
This uncultured landscape of ours is covered with weed instead of the green of grass.
Either good or bad, dead is the hearts of all its people.
Your hands and my hands must rip these veils apart.
Who else, except for you and I, could cure our wounds?
My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together.
Your tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this blackboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scars of the lash of tyranny and injustice.
This uncultured landscape of ours is covered with weed instead of the green of grass.
Either good or bad, dead is the hearts of all its people.
Your hands and my hands must rip these veils apart.
Who else, except for you and I, could cure our wounds?
My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together.
Your tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this blackboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scars of the lash of tyranny and injustice.
And via
sdwolfpup a link to great posts about Iran (including history!) by
kuwdora that I can't recommend enough.
My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together.
Your tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this blackboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scars of the lash of tyranny and injustice.
This uncultured landscape of ours is covered with weed instead of the green of grass.
Either good or bad, dead is the hearts of all its people.
Your hands and my hands must rip these veils apart.
Who else, except for you and I, could cure our wounds?
My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together.
Your tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this blackboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scars of the lash of tyranny and injustice.
This uncultured landscape of ours is covered with weed instead of the green of grass.
Either good or bad, dead is the hearts of all its people.
Your hands and my hands must rip these veils apart.
Who else, except for you and I, could cure our wounds?
My elementary schoolmate.
You are with me and my comrade all the way.
We’ve suffered together.
Your tears and sighs are mines as well.
Engraved on this blackboard are our names.
Remaining on our bodies are still the scars of the lash of tyranny and injustice.
And via

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Am I right? I wouldn't know, as I wasn't in the West in 1979.
Such irony. But it's a great thing that so many people in US, for example, started opening their eyes and seeing world beyound there borders, with different, but also human, struggles.
Also, I cannot recommend enough the animated movie Persepolis. It's stunning, and makes you really understand Iranians. Watch it if you can.
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I presume so... I still need to catch up on my history, but I can't imagine the West cheering on an Islamic revolution...
I think what struck me the most, actually, was that now the regime is seeing it's own weapons turned against it. The 'Allah-O-Akbar' shouted on rooftips at night, the marching... they've become the bad guys.
But it's a great thing that so many people in US, for example, started opening their eyes and seeing world beyound there borders, with different, but also human, struggles.
This is where the technology helps so much - the world is watching events unfold through the eyes of ordinary citizens, not talking heads.
Also, I cannot recommend enough the animated movie Persepolis. It's stunning, and makes you really understand Iranians. Watch it if you can.
I've been meaning to for ages!