All over the world people have come out to celebrate Donald Trump striking Iran

From an Iranian Citizen:

Iranian Citizen: I have lived the stolen life so that others might not have to.
Today, for the first time in 47 years, I allow myself to believe that the stealing is almost over.

🇮🇷 47 years ago, I stood at a window in Tehran as a 3-year-old boy, smelling burning tires
and hearing the chants that would steal my country. I didn’t have words for what was happening.
Today, I am watching smoke rise over the same city—but this time the smoke is not the end...

pic.twitter.com/RGFXMOaykb

— Houman David Hemmati, MD, PhD (@houmanhemmati) February 28, 2026

47 years ago, I stood at a window in Tehran as a 3-year-old boy, smelling burning tires and hearing

the chants that would steal my country.

I didn’t have words for what was happening. Today, I am watching smoke rise over the same city—but

this time the smoke is not the end of Iran. It is, God willing, the beginning of her resurrection.

Several weeks ago I wrote in that the fever of 1979 was finally breaking. I never imagined I

would wake up to see that fever confronted so directly. Israel--with the clear support of the United States—
has launched a preemptive strike deep into Tehran and against the regime’s military machinery.
Explosions in the capital.

Military targets hit.

The IRGC’s aura of invincibility, already cracked, is shattering in real time. I do not celebrate war.

No decent person does. What I celebrate—what millions of Iranians inside the country and in the

diaspora have prayed for in secret for decades— is the possibility that a regime that has no right

to exist may finally be forced to go.

This is the same regime that:

---Armed and cheered the October 7 massacre against Israel for no reason other than pure

genocidal hatred.

---Murdered tens of thousands of its own sons and daughters who dared to walk peacefully in

the streets demanding the most basic freedoms.

---Gouges out the eyes of young women for the “crime” of wearing makeup.

---Hangs teenagers from cranes for posting a tweet.

---Exports terror, poverty, and darkness to every corner it can reach including the U.S.

No nation, no people, should have to live under that. Not Israelis. Not Americans. Not Lebanese.

Not Syrians. And certainly not Iranians.

I am a physician who has spent his life trying to heal bodies and a son of Iran who has spent his

life mourning a stolen homeland. What we are witnessing is not aggression—it is surgery.

Painful, necessary surgery to remove a tumor that has metastasized for 47 years. The tumor

is the Islamic Republic that has hijacked Iran.

To the brave pilots and special operators of the Israeli Air Force and the men and women of the

United States military now carrying out this mission: I pray for you with everything I have.

May God shield you from harm. May every missile find its target and every soldier return home safely

to the families who love them. You are not invaders. You are the answer to the prayers of millions who

have whispered “enough” in the dark since 1979.

You are giving our friends the chance to breathe free air again. The entire region will owe you a

peace we have not known in my lifetime.

To my fellow Iranians watching from inside the country right now, heart pounding, maybe hiding

in basements or on rooftops: Hold on. The end is clearer than it has ever been. The regime’s fear is

real. Their eyes—those same eyes that once stared down at us with absolute power—now show
something they haven’t shown in decades: panic.

The math has changed. The window of 1979 is finally closing.

To the little three-year-old boy I once was—and to every little boy and girl in Tehran, Isfahan, Shiraz,

and Tabriz today who hears explosions instead of lullabies: This time the sounds are not the closing

of a door. They are the opening of one.

The road ahead will not be easy. Transitions never

are. But the direction is unmistakable. A secular, prosperous, free Iran is no longer a dream—it is
becoming an inevitability.

I have lived the stolen life so that others might not have to. Today, for the first time in 47 years,

I allow myself to believe that the stealing is almost over.

Thank you, Israel. Thank you, America. The Iranian people—the real Iran—will never forget.

The fever is breaking. The dawn of 2026 is here. And this time, the light wins.

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Jea9 March 1, 2026 at 12:43pm

From an Iranian Citizen:

Iranian Citizen: I have lived the stolen life so that others might not have to.
Today, for the first time in 47 years, I allow myself to believe that the stealing is almost over.

🇮🇷 47 years ago, I stood at a window in Tehran as a 3-year-old boy, smelling burning tires
and hearing the chants that would steal my country. I didn’t have words for what was happening.
Today, I am watching smoke rise over the same city—but this time the smoke is not the end...

pic.twitter.com/RGFXMOaykb

— Houman David Hemmati, MD, PhD (@houmanhemmati) February 28, 2026

47 years ago, I stood at a window in Tehran as a 3-year-old boy, smelling burning tires and hearing

the chants that would steal my country.

I didn’t have words for what was happening. Today, I am watching smoke rise over the same city—but

this time the smoke is not the end of Iran. It is, God willing, the beginning of her resurrection.

Several weeks ago I wrote in that the fever of 1979 was finally breaking. I never imagined I

would wake up to see that fever confronted so directly. Israel--with the clear support of the United States—
has launched a preemptive strike deep into Tehran and against the regime’s military machinery.
Explosions in the capital.

Military targets hit.

The IRGC’s aura of invincibility, already cracked, is shattering in real time. I do not celebrate war.

No decent person does. What I celebrate—what millions of Iranians inside the country and in the

diaspora have prayed for in secret for decades— is the possibility that a regime that has no right

to exist may finally be forced to go.

This is the same regime that:

---Armed and cheered the October 7 massacre against Israel for no reason other than pure

genocidal hatred.

---Murdered tens of thousands of its own sons and daughters who dared to walk peacefully in

the streets demanding the most basic freedoms.

---Gouges out the eyes of young women for the “crime” of wearing makeup.

---Hangs teenagers from cranes for posting a tweet.

---Exports terror, poverty, and darkness to every corner it can reach including the U.S.

No nation, no people, should have to live under that. Not Israelis. Not Americans. Not Lebanese.

Not Syrians. And certainly not Iranians.

I am a physician who has spent his life trying to heal bodies and a son of Iran who has spent his

life mourning a stolen homeland. What we are witnessing is not aggression—it is surgery.

Painful, necessary surgery to remove a tumor that has metastasized for 47 years. The tumor

is the Islamic Republic that has hijacked Iran.

To the brave pilots and special operators of the Israeli Air Force and the men and women of the

United States military now carrying out this mission: I pray for you with everything I have.

May God shield you from harm. May every missile find its target and every soldier return home safely

to the families who love them. You are not invaders. You are the answer to the prayers of millions who

have whispered “enough” in the dark since 1979.

You are giving our friends the chance to breathe free air again. The entire region will owe you a

peace we have not known in my lifetime.

To my fellow Iranians watching from inside the country right now, heart pounding, maybe hiding

in basements or on rooftops: Hold on. The end is clearer than it has ever been. The regime’s fear is

real. Their eyes—those same eyes that once stared down at us with absolute power—now show
something they haven’t shown in decades: panic.

The math has changed. The window of 1979 is finally closing.

To the little three-year-old boy I once was—and to every little boy and girl in Tehran, Isfahan, Shiraz,

and Tabriz today who hears explosions instead of lullabies: This time the sounds are not the closing

of a door. They are the opening of one.

The road ahead will not be easy. Transitions never

are. But the direction is unmistakable. A secular, prosperous, free Iran is no longer a dream—it is
becoming an inevitability.

I have lived the stolen life so that others might not have to. Today, for the first time in 47 years,

I allow myself to believe that the stealing is almost over.

Thank you, Israel. Thank you, America. The Iranian people—the real Iran—will never forget.

The fever is breaking. The dawn of 2026 is here. And this time, the light wins.
- Jea9 > Jea9 March 1, 2026 at 12:54pm
  
  Amen.

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