Who are we that follow events in Iran?
Do you ever wonder how so many activists emerged from something as trivial as a message board or chat room? Certainly the majority following Iran on Twitter did not start because they expected to be deeply involved.
One of the many amazing things to come out of these online phenomenon is the bond between total strangers. These bonds cross all social and geographical barriers. Anonymity, while still a source of uncertainty, is also met with respect. Who are we that support Iran? Even we do not know. Traditional notions of identity have ceased to matter. Scattered throughout the community- like precious shells on the sand, we have friends who speak to us from Iran.
However active we are, however many messages we post- when we hear from Iran, we are momentarily silenced. With that silence comes the realisation that we have been occupied, but really we were always waiting. Waiting for word from Iran. And as we sift, and analyse, and interpret each word we are humbled by the privilege of bearing witness for those brave ones in Iran.
There has not been much news from Iran. And what there is can often be painful. News that stuns you to silence and shocks you to stillness. News that makes your very soul tremble and all your instincts scream out in horror. Those of us that remain, after all these weeks, are the steadfast. We have found the strength to stay because we know if we run away, Iran will be alone in it’s darkest hour.
We stay because we have been given a chance to make a difference, which will have impact for the ENTIRE WORLD. We stay because it is the right thing to do; the only thing worth doing. We stay because we have managed to achieve the unimagined, and we intend to keep doing it. And we stay because, weeks later, our pleas for help from political organizations still fall upon deaf ears.
Who are we? We are mothers who grieve alongside those whose children are missing, imprisoned or dead. We are fathers who understand the difficulty of providing for a family in a turbulent world. We are sons who refuse to surrender our hope for the future. We are daughters who dared to believe in justice and equality.
We are not the ones who try to divert attention away from Iran by invoking the ghosts of old news. We are not the ones who try to undermine the events in Iran using baseless arguments on unrelated subjects. We are not those who hope to profit from prolonged unrest or bloodshed for their own evil aims. We are not the hypocrites who pretend to care, but are ready to line their pockets and turn their backs on Iran. We are not those who try to impose their own agenda, calling for a different colour, a different flag.
We are Green. We are Iran.
We are not under any illusions. Iran is not looking to us for instructions. We are not in charge of a revolution. We are supporters. We are witnesses. We are journalists. We are diarists. We are historians. We are the media.
Yes, we write words. But our words are bullets. We are warriors for Iran. Those of us here from the beginning, have been proud to echo the chants heard in Iran.
A lifetime ago, we all said “Don’t be afraid: we are all together”. We still are ALL together.
Who are we? We are many. We are countless. We are. Ma hastim!