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💬 Message from Babak – A Personal Testimony from a Generation Shaped by Fear
To my historical memory—
I remember when I was in elementary school, and Iraq, defeated on the battlefield, began bombing Tehran.
As kids, we didn’t understand the danger. On the contrary, we kind of enjoyed it—
no school, more time with our parents who were government employees, hiding under the stairs, the sound of explosions…
It wasn’t scary. It was exciting, even fun.
Then I grew up. In middle school, the bombs turned into missiles hitting Tehran.
The city became a ghost town in days.
Like many others, we fled to the outskirts.
That’s when I first started to understand fear of the future.
Still, we played. We laughed. We were kids.
Then the war ended. Thank God.
We made it to university—full of hope during the Khatami elections.
But again, fear returned.
The “reconstruction era” didn’t bring us prosperity—just more poverty.
Everyone justified it: “It’s the aftermath of war.”
We were naive, and we believed them.
Then came the dormitory protests.
Again I asked: Why?
Why are they beating these kids?
All they did was protest.
Why not sit and listen to what they want?
And so it began—
One clash after another.
The Green Movement, the rise of the so-called “miracle of the third millennium,”
and then sanctions, and more sanctions…
And we got poorer.
And more afraid.
Fear became a daily companion.
Fear of our future.
Fear of what our country was becoming.
Fear that we were passengers in a bus headed toward a cliff,
with a driver who was either asleep, pretending to sleep, or just high and delusional—
and we, at the back of the bus, helpless.
We tried to hold on.
We tried “financial intelligence,” turning assets into anything that might retain value.
But inflation always outran us.
Wages never caught up.
And worst of all, people—burdened by poverty—became meaner, more scared.
So I said: I’ve tried. I gave it my all.
And I left.
I left 45 years of my life behind to start from scratch in a foreign land.
At least here, the equations—though difficult—are solvable.
You can work toward something.
But even here, fear followed me.
I was just starting to learn this new way of life when…
October 7th happened.
Hamas attacks.
And now the “Promised Retaliation” 1, 2… wave after wave.
Bombing nuclear sites that took all our investment, our isolation, our pain—
Gone.
More fear.
Fear for the people.
Fear for my homeland.
Fear for the future of the whole world.
Because Iran is the center.
It holds the energy portals of the Earth.
It is the cradle of ancient civilizations.
What will become of it?
I’m starting to believe this fear is intentional.
Most of it didn’t need to happen.
They could’ve shown kindness to the people.
They didn’t have to link national survival to nuclear power.
They could’ve chosen dialogue over conflict.
Unity over enmity.
There are a thousand “could-have-beens” that didn’t happen.
It’s like one of those conspiracy theories that say the black structures feed off fear—
maybe that’s real.
Especially if we accept that Iran is one of the vital chakras of Earth’s energy.
Now, maybe, I can begin to translate fear.
Maybe I can finally learn not to fear.
Maybe I can walk forward bravely—whatever life remains.
And that’s my advice to you:
Don’t be afraid.
Fear is the battery of darkness.
And I believe every fear on Earth is intentional.
So let us hold hope in God’s grace.
Let us believe in abundance.
That belief alone can carry us through this valley of fear.
That, I think, is the great wisdom that’s been shouted at us all along—
and we never really listened.
Wishing you peace and strength,
Babak
BY IOTA
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