This is a picture of my hometown, where I was born and raised. I can still feel me there somewhere among those buildings. Nothing changes that much though; Me only getting older.
I was born in 1979, in the middle of Revolutionary Tehran. In that time there were no tall buildings as such. I remember nothing about that event, but felt quite soon mismanagement of a revolution which was, I believe, altogether wrong. Now, thirty one years or so have passed and besides having a prosperous country, we living in a broke village. In not even one aspect, you can compare contemporary Iran with what it was in the time of the late Pahlavi, the Shah.
In all years of my life I was witnessed Islamic (Shi’ite) fundamentalism. I’ve observed its brutal and dark side when not a single aspect of human’s private sphere is considered sacred; not a single law is preserved and sadly enough no one left with a leader-like unconquerable power to force devils down. People are sadly getting disconnected there. Thirty one years of my life I am witnessing a rogue and terrorist state, that is why I praise liberty, democracy and global peace. I hate it when I see they only have the insolence to take foreigners hostage… So far, thirty two years of experiencing religious rule of law inspired me to become a nonbeliever. I consider myself as a happy atheist.
I strongly accept as true the biblical commandment that says: ‘Thou shalt keep thy religion to thyself’. Let me put it this way, are you living in twenty-first century Middle East? Are you subject to a shameful Islamic theocracy? You can definitely comprehend why I am emphasizing on such an aged expression… Not only me, but every human being, I suppose, is the output of the environment. Those who lived through medieval ages can truly understand the medieval thought. Majority of the Middle Easterns today are victims of the medieval thought.
My diaries are like diaries of a prisoner who is too much agitated by the environment. Although he’s literally free, seems that he breaths in jail but writes for hope. like all Iranians who live inside a big prison surrounded by large walls of the Islamic totalitarianism, he believes in a bright future, by the time freedom and justice rule his country.
By the way, I forgot to say that I’m a teacher of English literature in Iran. I love this language even more than my mother-tongue.