
Unlike most of my posts, this one is personal. I’m in my 30s with a PhD. I’ve lived an active, driven life. In any Western country, someone with my background, work ethic, and education would already be a millionaire. But I’m Iranian. From the age of 16 I saw the truth: the Islamic Republic is a leech sucking our nation dry, feeding its few greedy loyalists while the rest of us fight for scraps. I watched bright souls tortured, raped, and dragged to the gallows or riddled with bullets. I count myself lucky I wasn’t one of them. My old dreams of wealth and personal success died long ago. They were shattered and reforged into something harder: vengeance. Toppling this regime in fire. Freeing Iran from the hostage-takers — the IRGC and the Mullahs who have held 90 million of us captive for 47 years. Nothing else matters anymore. I don’t live for myself. I live for this fight alone. And yes — it’s okay to ask for help sometimes. The Iranian people are in desperate need of it. That’s why many have pleaded with President Trump. But know this: whoever extends a hand will not be forgotten. Iranians are ready to repay — with loyalty, with courage, and with a free Iran that will stand tall once again and never forget its friends The Lion and Sun will rise. #KingRezaPahlaviForIran #IranMassacre #IranRevolution2026










