An Iranian, in mourning, wears black and weeps.

But O world, our tradition for those who have sacrificed their lives on the path of freedom has changed. Hear this

We no longer cry — we dance.
We dance with pain and sighs.
We dance with anger.
We dance to epic songs.
This is how we manifest our power.

Iranians no longer place the deadly sound of the Quran over the graves of our slain.
This ugly sound belongs to the murderer of our children.
Instead, they play beautiful music — music that is forbidden in Islam.

By burying nearly one hundred thousand Iranians, Islam itself was buried forever.

O mullah, fear the mother who dances at the grave of her lifeless child, holding the cold frame of her son.

Fear a nation that is determined to take its destiny into its own hands.

And we are countless.
The last hours of the mullahs have arrived.

An Iranian, in mourning, wears black and weeps.

But O world, our tradition for those who have sacrificed their lives on the path of freedom has changed. Hear this: 👇

We no longer cry — we dance.
We dance with pain and sighs.
We dance with anger.
We dance to epic songs.
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— Darya Safai MP (@SafaiDarya) January 28, 2026