I always thought we were alone in the streets. Running away from black batons gasping for air with our mouths bitter from the taste of pepper spray in the air. The old used to tell me that we can't make it, we can't overthrow a regime that has been dominating every aspect of our lives for more than thirty years. But this photo above tramples the seeds of despair planted in my head during my childhood days and promises a green view on the other side of the street as I run.
What is steering all this sentimentality? The cries of young boys and girls who might have been my classmates and i dont recognize their faces anymore because the masks are covering their faces. So I'm left with no choice but to put on a mask and join them with my hand showing the V sign. By chance, my eyes catch a glimpse from behind those green hands of the photo of Sohrab Arabi( a young boy arounf the same age as me now hailed as a martyr). I will never forget the expression on his mother's face on the night we had gone to their house to pay tribute to her son. People had gathered outside chanting various anti-government rhymes.
Once more, Iranian people are going to show their unity by gathernig in the streets on July 25 to celebrate their courage and patriotism in the biggest rally which is going to happen world wide. Informing people on a large scale has already begun and there are at least three or four posts on every political website reminding people of what is to come. The green revolution has already achieved its goal. Now the whole world backs our movement and thats enough for our encouragement to know that people outside are watching.