January 4, 2026.
Some days, the news does not just inform you. It touches a nerve.
Iran is not a headline to me. Iran is memory, ancestry, poetry, beauty, and ache. It is a nation that has endured almost five decades of a system that punishes truth and rewards obedience.
And yet, the streets keep speaking.
Here is what I want to say carefully, without turning pain into performance:
I get sad, r-e-a-l-l-y sad.
I am angry.
And I am not surrendering my mind to hopelessness.
Because the first territory every oppressive system tries to capture is internal.
Your attention. Your optimism. Your belief that anything can change.
So I practice a positive mental attitude that is not naive; it is trained.
The posture I am choosing (and protecting)
I will honor the fallen without turning suffering into my identity.
I will stay factual and refuse rumor, even when rage is justified.
I will speak for dignity and freedom without turning it into hatred.
I will hold a long-range vision: an Iran where life is protected, women are respected, work is rewarded, and a much m-u-c-h MUCH BETTER future is chosen by the people.
This is not “positive vibes.”
This is strategic hope.
This is mental discipline.
Because what we hold in mind, we eventually build with our hands.
May the brave be protected.
May families be held in strength.
May Iran return to herself.
Think well. Speak well. Do well.