How I feel when I say “Dorood” instead of “Salam”

They use boxcutters on our unarmed innocent youth btw

Humanity sold.

A 3 year old, 13 year old. These are terrorists? You only fool yourself. Take that money you get for these posts and shove it up your ass.

معلوم نیست با چه سلاحی به سر مردم شلیک کردن که اینطوری شده😭،این سند جنایت خامنه ای رو نشر بدین تا دنیا ببینه

#Mani_Safarpour's father "go Mani, I'm right behind you my son" مانی بابا تو برو، من میام #IranMassacre #IranRevolution2026 https://t.co/KfIcft8hDD

#İran

Here are some of the patterns they found in terms of content/target

BREAKING: Non-Iranian muslims, mostly Afghans, are laughing at the murder of Sahar Fallah. She was shot dead by the islamic regime. This is what we're dealing with.

Little Aysan Zarei clings desperately to her mother’s grave in Nurabad Mamasani. At just 30, Parisa Lashkari was wounded by Islamic terrorists on Jan 10, then executed with a merciless headshot.

Hadis Akbarzadeh, a 13-year-old girl, was shot by Islamic Republic forces. Her mother, terrified her child’s wounded body would be taken away, carried her home, only to realize after arriving that Hadis was already dead. https://t.co/ELf42tLHJq

But is there.

From blood-stained stone, let tomorrow be born. In the streets of Iran, the brave are not gone. They roam in Azadi square , waiting for the day its name no longer has to be imagined.

If hope is extinguished, their deaths are in vain. If truth still is spoken, they rise once again. So carry their voices, let fear not prevail, Let streets bloom with freedom where bullets once hailed.

They fall not as soldiers, yet fall all the same, For daring to dream, for refusing their chains. Remember them softly, but do not look away. The dead ask the living to carry their say.

No laleh (tullips) grow freely through cracks in the stone, They wanted a future, a voice of their own, Not silence enforced at the point of a gun. Pellets tear through flesh meant for living, not war, Hands raised for justice are met with the floor.

In the Streets of Iran In the streets of Iran, where the night fills with cries, Young footsteps still echo beneath watchful eyes. Where laughter once lingered, now screams remain, And freedom is written in courage and pain.

Two photos, 17 years apart, show the same Islamist regime continuing to beat and kill protesters in the streets in Iran.

Somebody from inside Iran wrote: “Guys, if we end up being buried here along with the Islamic Republic, you must tell the whole world our story "from the Mothers of Khavaran to Sepehr’s father". Don’t let the world think we didn’t fight. Tell them the truth: this monster had a

You don't hunt butterflies with Kalashnikovs. Bahareh was running away. She wasn't a terrorist, she wasn't armed, and she didn't fight back. She was simply running to save her life when they shot her in the head from behind with a Kalashnikov... Friend, turn your grief into

I couldn’t fit this one but also : “Ask not what your country can do for you,ask what you can do for your country”