Fear walks in darkness and preys on the poor in spirit or the vulnerable or the weak. It protects with ferocity its narrow interpretation of truth. A greater truth would swallow it whole, forcing it to non-existence, which fear cannot bear. It recoils from faith and blames its frailties on something other than itself, thriving on deceit and lies. It speaks in irrational tones with a cadence burdened with falsity and shame that only the human song can squelch. If only the human song could sing without the threat of extinction. Clubs, guns, tear gas, prison, hangings. Extinction. More fear cornered into a dark alley. Screaming, fighting, resisting and lying.
May the voice of Iran continue to sing the human song that can transcend fear.