I don’t know if you’ve heard about the Huda Beauty situation or not, but here’s the story. This brainless influencer shared a video from a pro–Islamic Republic regime march where people were tearing up photos of Trump and the Israeli flag. Almost immediately after that, a campaign to throw away Huda Beauty makeup went viral, and—unbelievably—her stock tanked as well. Then Huda comes out and says she “didn’t know what she was posting” and wasn’t aware of the real context behind it. A perfect example of how influencers don’t just lack empathy, but also lack the brainpower to tell right from wrong. She tried to strike a left‑liberal pose and ended up backing the terrorist Islamic Republic regime, just because it’s anti‑Israel. And yes, Huda Beauty comes across as openly antisemitic.

Iran Blackout Massacre — personal record. During the blackout, this was my whole world: One screen. One satellite channel. Opinion-heavy coverage. Competing narratives. No messages. No updates from friends. No way to verify the numbers being reported. Between fragments, footage, and talking heads, I kept looking for something solid. Mostly, I waited. Waiting to learn how many people had died. Waiting to see if things would escalate into open war. Waiting for anything that could cut through the silence and feel reliable. Hours stretched into days. Anxiety became routine. Stress turned into background noise. Sleep disappeared. Every night: half-awake. Every morning: unfinished. Not knowing was worse than knowing. The quiet was heavy. The uncertainty was louder than any headline. This isn’t analysis. This isn’t politics. It’s memory. This is what digital darkness felt like. #iran

I’ve thought about our conversation a lot since then. Shortly after, the internet in Iran was shut down for three weeks. Tens of thousands were killed, disappeared, or silenced. People lost contact with their families. Truth itself was cut off. There was no space for “understanding first.” No room for public thought. No safe distance to analyze systems. Only fear, bullets, and silence. You spoke about “dead bodies vs dead minds.” After that, we got both. And personally, I feel dead inside. My heart is still beating, but there is no life force in it. I respect your intellect, and I understand your skepticism. Democracies fail people in real ways. But what we live under is not stagnation. It is erasure. We are not fighting for perfect systems. We are fighting for the right to exist, speak, and remember without being hunted. This isn’t theory for us. It’s names, faces, prisons, graves. I’m not trying to convince you. I’m just documenting what it costs when power cannot be challenged.

Many so-called “leftist” activists love to preach about human rights. But in reality, their morality is selective, political, and deeply hypocritical. Here are 9 uncomfortable truths: 1. They stay silent when Islamist or authoritarian regimes murder their own people — like in Iran — but scream when the West is involved. 2. When Muslims kill Muslims, it’s suddenly “complex.” No outrage. No urgency. No solidarity. 3. Antisemitism is tolerated in their circles. Jewish lives don’t seem to matter as much. Dead kids in Gaza trend. Dead kids in Ukraine don’t. Apparently, not all children are equal. 4. They are obsessed with being “anti-West,” even if it means defending dictators and extremists. 5. They fear being called “Islamophobic” more than they fear injustice. 6. Their empathy is selective. Some victims get headlines. Others get erased. 7. Most of them are intellectually lazy. They repeat slogans, follow trends, and never think beyond hashtags. 8. Greta and influencers like her are part of the problem: loud against the West, quiet about China, Iran, Russia, and real oppression. 9. They talk about justice, but practice double standards. They talk about equality, but rank human lives. This isn’t activism. This isn’t morality. This is ideological tribalism. They don’t stand for humans. They stand for narratives. And if your compassion depends on politics, you don’t have compassion at all. Human lives are not props. Human suffering is not a trend. Enough hypocrisy.

امروز بدنم خسته است، قلبم سنگین است، اما هنوز می‌تپد.