Momo

Thomas Hardy's 'Hap' delivered the final blow to my faith. The poem confronts the question of justice. Reading it during our Poetry course at university forced me to let go of belief in a just, caring God. Over time, that led me to embrace atheism. Here is the recitation of my Persian translation of Thomas Hardy's Hap:

It’s not funny for us. But 100% true. #IranMassacre

One number on a body bag. Labeled "Unknown." But is it real... or the regime's cruel propaganda trick? Iran's Islamic Republic has massacred thousands—estimates over 40,000—with bodies still piling up and so many left nameless. They deliberately chose 11780—echoing Trump's old "11,780 votes" leaked call—to make it trend. Why? To discredit every death: "If this one's fake, maybe they're all lies." To trick the world (and Trump) into thinking protesters are mocking him... blocking any hope of U.S. support. We don't know if this victim was real or a staged photo op by the regime's machine. But the goal is crystal clear: Divide us. Muddy the truth. Survive by any sick means. Trickery has been their game for decades. This is how they've clung to power—lying, staging, dividing. Don't make a deal with the devil. The regime knows the truth: We only have to win once. They'll hold on until they don't. And when they fall, trial and punishment await—not just the killers, but every propagandist who mocked the dead, turned heroes into numbers, disrespected our martyrs' blood. Iran’s Nuremberg trials are coming. ✊🖤 #IranMassacre #SOSIran #FreeIran #IranRevolution2026 #JavidShah