I was born on a beautiful day in the middle of autumn in the beautiful city of Tehran, when the leaves were turning golden and the air carried that special crispness that only comes when summer gives way to the gentle embrace of fall. The mountains that surround the city were beginning to show their autumn colors, and the sky had that particular shade of blue that seems deeper, more profound, as if the universe itself was preparing for the quiet reflection that winter brings. I was born in the middle of a war. The war that we had with Iraq, when Saddam Hussein attacked our lovely country with the help of the US, USSR, and some Western allies. My parents were from the middle class of the society; a mom full of energy, and an ambitious dad with high hopes. Back then, it was quite common for parents to move the birthday of their kids from autumn to the summer, just because this way their kids could go to school a year earlier. Like many other Asian parents, that generation also thought that the only way to survive the situation was to study hard and become a doctor or an engineer. They could also get rid of the noisy kids a year earlier too. Two aims with one arrow! And that thing was only possible during the first few years after the revolution, when things were still not stable. I remember my parents also could remove this mandator "Seyed" title from my brother's name, but the law had made it impossible when I was born. I donno, but maybe that happened because God or the universe wanted me to study my background and learn something about our past. A study that began from what my grandfather told us about our background in Lebanon, the Iranian Armenians who lived there who also think they are descendants of the Jesus, and the history that was brought back to life by an Iranian king who was from the northern parts of the country where now Azerbaijan and Armenia are located at. Two of the most important parts of this civilization and a king that wanted to bring back the Iranian history to defend back against those Arab/Turk/Bizante invaders. People who lived in Azerbaijan had to change their language to Turkish and were forced to use the language of those who killed our ancestors, similar to what happened to Tabriz and Ardabil.

I grew up in the middle of a war that lasted for about 8 years. I dimly remember that when Saddam Hussein were bombing our capital city, with the missals provided by those Western countries, my mother was chasing my brother and I to take us to the basement when the alarm was going on... we were so stupid that at that age we thought those bombs are nothing but fireworks! Bombs? Fireworks? For us, as kids, they were the same! For my mom, probably stress and frustration... During that war, economy was quite poor in our country, and for example we didn't even have access to simple imported goods like banana or coconut! Imagine such basic things had become luxury and people were bringing a few of those fruits from their trips abroad! lol

Anyway, we survived the war that was over when I was a bit older than 5. After the war, when President Hashemi was elected, things began to change. He started a new era of reconstruction. Brought back the jobs, people became reach again, and almost everyone got access to the basic needs of life, even in those small villages far from the center: electricity, clean water, piped gas, telephone, etc. During that time, people who worked hard, could afford buying multiple properties, good cars, and even a villa to spend leisure time there. My father was one of those hardworking men who I remember was sometimes working up until the midnight, but even though he was just a regular middle-class man in his 30s, he could afford buying all those things and a nice piano for the family.

I remember, when I was a kid, those stupid akhoonds 1, and their western-backed extremists who had stolen the revolution from people, had banned everything that could make people happy. Owning simple things like video player or cassette tapes became illegal! Listening to any sort of happy music or partying became illegal! Women were forced to wear a hejab 2. For example, I remember, once when we were spending our leisure time in the northern parts of the country, my brother went to the car to bring something from it, but that took a bit longer than it should. when he came back, he said that someone from Komite 3 wanted to confiscate his music cassettes, but instead, not only that didn't happen, but my brother could even convince him to sell him some of his tapes. He was quite happy for having bought some new albums of Queen that could not be easily found those days.

In the 80s, almost everyone had those old TVs at home, and we had access to telephone, even though both were a bit expensive for those who lived in the poorer parts of Iran. Back then BMW 518 was quite popular; my parents had one, and two of my aunts had that same model too; but my favorite young aunt had one of those cool Volkswagen Beetles. Unfortunately, she died in a car accident while her daughter was next to her! Fortunately, my first cousin survived that accident, and later became one of the best neurosurgeons in the county. Later, my mother lost a brother too, and another sister, and then her mom, and then my grandfather; all happened in a few years! Some due to car accidents as people used to drive carelessly back then. A collection of tragedies that, together with the stress of war, made my mother depressed. I remember we used to party each weekend, either in our home or in some other relatives; even though it was illegal and our parents had to bribe those Komite 3 guys whenever they were attemting to arrest us.

During the war, my brother and I were one of those lucky kids back then, that our father could buy "TV Game" for us! That was my first interaction with modern technology. Later, my father bought a Commodore 64, which was mainly used by us to play video games. Why 64? Because it had 64K memory, but compared to TV Game, its games had much better graphics. I remember, we had to put a cassette tape into that thing and wait about 10 minutes for the game to load! That's why I was preparing it while having breakfast; that's how I learned time efficiency. lol

Later, game consoles became common; things like SEGA, Amiga, and Atari. My father only bought an Atari for us, as we already had too many of those things; and later bought a computer for his office with an Intel 386 (80386) CPU in it; this was a few years before Pentium. I remember sometimes I was going there just to play DOOM on his computer, while he was away.

Back then, the education system in Iran was quite different, and it actually dramatically changed a few times in that period too. We used to have 3 major levels of schooling: primary school (5 years), secondary school (3 years), and high school (4 years, including the last year, which was a special one). During my primary schools, we only had those free public schools, accessible for everyone, but with limited educational facilities.

A bit about my family

My family background is complex, and it has taught me to see beyond surface appearances and simple narratives. On my father's side, the family was very religious and old school, but my father himself was not religious at all.

On my mother's side, most of my relatives were pro-Pahlavi; some of were military lieutenants and generals or politicians during the time of the Shah. I even lost one of my uncles after the revolution. He was arrested simply for having met with Pahlavi in the USA; this is what I guess though, because no one ever talked about that with me as they were seeing Reza Pahlavi as a clown, and my uncle as stupid who trusted him. The jurisdictional system imprisoned my uncle, and his life almost fully destroyed after that.

My mother herself is a very religious person, but in an interesting way: she does not wear a Hejab, similar to many real Shia Muslims, dances at parties and enjoys life, but has never even missed a Prayer and even takes two months of Fasting instead of one month.

This complicated background has given me a unique perspective. I have seen both sides; I have experienced the contradictions; and I have learned that nothing is as simple as it appears. This perspective helped me better understand the colonial playbook even through their constant lias and propaganda. It helped me recognize the patterns that some miss.

I have seen that the true faith is not about outward appearances or rigid rules; it is about genuine devotion, about finding your own path to spirituality and staying a human, fully alive. People from religious families can become against it, while some from the modern ones can become the true seekers of God's path.

Junior high-school

I was among the first waves who were given the choice to enter private schools, only if our parents could afford the costs. And fortunately, it was possible for the middle class to cover such expenses within their family budgest. In that school, we had a course to study basics of programming and computer science. I still remember the great feeling when I could write a short program to convert our mathematical equations to live diagrams and later, with adding colors to that and using random functions I could create animation-like shapes. As a kid I thought I'm building animations! I thought this is how companies like Disney make cartoons for us. lol I loved it, but unfortunately we didn't have a computer at home and my parents were kinda against it, because my cousin had one, and he was using it mainly to find girlfriends online! This was even pre UI-based chat systems like Yahoo Messenger! He had to connect with a dial-up and chat through terminal. I was always jeleous of that, but I couldn't convinse my parents, as my mom was fully against it. She thought having a computer = games + chatting with girls; and that means less "studing at school" which was against her plan to make us good engineers or doctors, which is what almost all parents in Iran 4 wanted for their kids.

President Rafsanjani: Revolution inside the revolution

After the war, Rafsanjani initiated a new revolution inside the revolution. His government allowed private schools, founded new universities, and brought modern technologies to Iran. It was at that time that people got access to mobile phones and internet was brought to the country with the help of European companies like Nokia and Ericsson. He also tried to update the technology in our car industry, but unfortunately, a mafia close to the leader took that industry and made it like a cancer to our economy. I know one of them, who was the son of Mr. Davood Zadeh, one of the heads of SAVAK during the Shah's ruling, with Jewish heritage. That family was one of those Jews who became super-muslims right before the revolution! One of the brothers, Homayoun, entered the Beyt's Intelligence Service and personally became close to Khameni, the second leader. The other brother, Ali, joined the Mafia of the car industry which is close to Hezbe Motalefe Eslami. A gang, close to the Soviat Union, Israel, and Pahlavi.

These are only a few ones that I know, only because my uncle, who is a doctor, brought two of the best doctors from France5 to check Khamenei's hand while they were visiting a health symposium in Tehran. Interestingly, the leader did not want to be checked by Dr. Jamal Gousheh, an Iranian doctor living in Tehran who was one of the best doctors in the world for that specialty. I guess he did not trust Iranian doctors who lived in the county or just wanted to spend more money exploring other opportunities. That examination was the only reason why we got to know Davood Zadeh's family and his sons. For a few years after that, they were inviting us to their parties, as my uncle was coming to our home and lived with us whenever he was visiting Iran. That's how I got to know about their backgrounds (Jewish & SAVAKi) by listening to them as they thought "I'm just a child" who doesn't understand anything; and that's how I learned what those two brothers, Ali and Homayoun, do for living. That's how I learned that this is a common way for those JEWISH and SAVAKI (intelligence) families to hide their identities as super Muslims and super revolutionaries.

Unfortunately I don't have any photos from that time as I haven't been in contact with my family for a few years. Even if I were, I remember that Homayoun took my father's camera and deleted all his photos/videos and asked my father not to bring it again in any of their parties.

High-school

To study at a good high-school, I participated the entrance examples for all those famous ones, as everyone wanted to study in one of them. I remember that I could pass all the scientific exams for all those schools, and then they began inviting us to the "interview" round, both to get to know me and my parents. I was rejected from the first few ones, like Nikan, as apparently I was "too honest" about my thoughts on religion and exposing too much about our family lifestyle. For example, in one interview they rejected me when they found out that I went to the north to enjoy time there with my family and friends to party there in one of those "supposed to be sad" Islamic religious holidays! So, my parents had to teach me what to say and more importantly what not to say in those interviews; so finally I could enter Mofid high-school which was one of the best ones back then.

Mofid was an interesting school, and I think I was one of the few ones there who were a son of a nobody.

To give you an idea, some of my classmates were:

• Three grandchildren of Mousavi Ardebili; all with slightly different family names, probably to hide their identities.
• Grandson of Ayatollah Seddighi
• Grandson of Ayatollah Khalkhali; he later moved to the United States with his wife.
• Naeimi pour; whose father was a reformist member of the parliament. I personally witnessed how responsible they were. He was one of those who was arrested during 88, just because his father was a reformist.
• Moghimi, who was the son of a politician. Unfortunately, he was arrested during the 88's Ahmadinejad's Coup while still studying for a doctorate at Oxford university. They arrested him just because his father was a reformist, and they were suspicious why a person who was studying in the UK had come back during that time. That basically ruined his life and changed his future.

Also, Hojat ol Eslam Ghasemian, was our Physicist teacher! My impression about him back then was that he was wise man, educated at Sharif university. Unfortunately, later, he left his past and studied at Hoze to became one of those radical Akhoonds. Later, I don't know why, but he joined Saeed Jalili's gang; who I think is one of those who are a member of a Freemasonry branch in Iran; a Zionist-backed underground cult that their members mark their foreheads like branded animals, and falsely presenting it as a sign of prayer. I know this from someone in Denmark who revealed too much about freemasonry as he wanted to convince me to join such satanic cults! Ghasemian later also became famous as the "first religions pimp," as he legalized opening brothels to serve women for a fee! They call it the "House of Chastity;" Same business, different name...

Another example is Peyman Jebeli, who is now the current head of Seda Sima/IRIB. Even though he studied at Nikan, later he began to work in the Mofid's junior high school, I guess to get close to Ayatollah Ardebili. I never talked to him personally though as he was not a teacher in our grade, but I saw him a few times there.

Dr. Fakhreddin Danesh Ashiani who was the head of our school, later became the minister of education. He was actually one of the wise ministers during the good times when Iran was less occupied by those Zionist-backed extremists like Ahmadinejad.

That school was a microcosm of Iran, children of the powerful, children of the connected, children of the privileged, and regular ones like us who were nobody among them. That made me learn to observe, understand, and see the truth, as if the universe had chosen me to be there and see different things from different aspects.

One thing I am proud of about my high school is that Mofid has raised 68 martyrs for the eight-year war that we had to defend against Iraq's aggression.

President Khatami: Iran's good times

I clearly remember that during President Khatami's era, it was the first time we had truly free media in Iran. Newspapers openly criticized the government without fear, and the doors were wide open to art and creativity. Many excellent movies were produced during that time; for example, Marmoolak, which became one of the most beloved films in Iranian cinema. Many talented actors and actresses emerged and flourished, like Golshifteh Farahani, who later gained international recognition. People were learning what social participation truly means, what it means to be part of a democratic society where your voice matters.

President Khatami went to the United Nations and proposed the "Dialogue Among Civilizations," which was all about peace and understanding between nations. That initiative was so significant that they named that year the Year of Dialogue Among Civilizations. It was a vision of Iran as a bridge between cultures, not a barrier.

During Khatami's presidency, the dollar price remained stable at around 1000 tomans. Something that seems almost unimaginable now. Unfortunately, later when Ahmadinejad came to power, he managed to make it three times higher in a short time! He was the one who brought all those colonial sanctions that destroyed our economy and pushed so many talented people to leave the country.

It was during Khatami's time that foreign companies began coming to Iran: Siemens, Nokia, Ericsson, and later Huawei. There were even discussions about MTN Telecom entering the Iranian market, which would have brought competition to a sector where we only had one mobile operator. The idea was that competition with the private foreign sector would help the country progress, would bring in new technologies and create opportunities for our people. Later the second operator, MTN Irancell, was established from that initiation.

His government built numerous universities and dramatically improved the education system. That investment raised a generation of intelligent, capable people who could build our country. People who had the skills and knowledge to contribute to Iran's development. Unfortunately, when Ahmadinejad came took the office, with all those sanctions and stupid restrictions pressures that he introduced, he basically forced that entire generation to flee, to migrate and work for cheap for America and European countries. All that talent, all that potential, lost to Iran because of an infiltrator who could hide behind the fake mask of super revolutionary. A generation who flew from their homeland, due to stupid things that Ahmadinejad and his team (Mesbahiun, Jalili, and Paydari) brought to our lives:

• Filternet (restrictions on the internet); a limitation on Iranians that later only benefit Israel.
  Firouzi, who now resides in Sweden, told me once that he was also behind this and recommended this to the leader through his grandfather
• Gasht Ershad (Hejab police forces)
• Normalization of US and UN sanctions
• Censorship for cinema, TV, newspapers, etc.
• Huge embezzlement scandals; people like Mahmoud Reza Khavari who flew to Canada with 3 billion USD of Iranian's money and Amir-Mansour Aria.

Everything that Khatami built was done with heart and soul, with passion and genuine love for art, for humanity, and for the rich Iranian culture that is fundamentally based on peace and thoughtful dialogue. It was a time when Iran was moving forward, when we could see a future where our country would be respected, where our people would thrive, and where democracy would take root. But then, as always happens when progress threatens colonial interests, the extremists were brought to power, and everything that had been built with such care and dedication began to crumble.

Ferdowsi University of Mashhad

To enter university, everyone has to attend Konkoor, which is the national-level entrance exam that specifies your options to study at what major in which university. I remember that I wanted to become a software engineer to continue what I loved the most when I was at junior high school, but my mom was against it. She wanted me to become "a doctor like my uncle" or an engineer like his brother who studied construction engineering at a university in the US. I don't know if I surrendered to her influence or if it was my choice to chose electrical engineering. Ridiculously, on the first year of high-school I was studying medical sciences! Because I was so stupid that I thought I might want to become someone like my uncle; the one who was living in Paris. But then, our school announced that they can only keep those who want to continue in any major other than medical sciences! So I had to choose whether to change the school I just entered to study medical sciences there or to continue there. On the second year, I made my decision and said goodbye to the doctor dream. I guess my mom was a bit disappointed, but at least I was still studying in one of the best schools in the country. In the next few years, I kept thinking about what I want from my future and I remember that I desperately wanted to become a software engineer to continue what loved the most, but later, I think under the influence of my mom and also a few talks that I had with people who had studied airspace engineering and telecom engineering, I chose the latter. Was I brainwashed? Was I forced by family or the society? Or that was my choice, I donno.

In the konkur (National university entrance exam), my scores in the specialized subjects were very high across the board, but my general-subject scores were a disaster. That was because I was bad at Arabic, which we were forced to learn, and also at history. Ironically, I like history now, but back then I hated it because it was taught so poorly. I also got awful scores for the religious studies, as this was not my thing. The only general subject I did well in was English. In the specialized subjects, I remember scoring above 85 percent in all of them: physics, mathematics, and chemistry. In the general subjects, I scored around 50% across the board, which placed me 1056th that year. Each person was given 100 choices, but I only filled out about 20 of them! Electrical and electronics engineering: all the universities in Tehran, Shiraz, Isfahan, and Mashhad. After that, computer engineering in those same top universities. The rest, I didn't care! Alternatively, I also attended the Azad university exam, which was for those new private universities. I remember that I left in the middle of the exam, and even with that I was places 7 in the central Tehran branch! That's how easy it was to enter Azad university compared to the other universities; of course I didn't go there and instead went to Ferdowsi University of Mashhad to study electrical and electronics engineering. This way I could also live far away from my parents and avoid their influence. Unfortunately, back then our parents though they fully own their kids and most of them didn't even want us to grow; just because they were afraid of loosing us! Ironically, their controls were so much that most people from my generation kinda escaped their parents to find their independence.

On the first day of university, I realized that one of my not-so-close classmates from Mofid had also been accepted to the same major at the same university. Reza Firouzi, grandson of Akbar SaberiFar, former mayor of Mashhad, and a close friend of the leader from childhood. His father was one of the top ten generals of Iran when alive. A family that could become so rich by just being close to the leader. I call it the Mashhad circle: Bagher Ghalibaf, Saeed Jalili, Ebrahim Raisi, Hassan Firouzabadi, Esmail Ghaani, Akbar SaberiFar, etc. I know that Mr. SaberiFar could personally visit the leader, no appointment needed and no security involved. Even once his grandson asked me to drive him somewhere that he said was were the leader's son lives! That private street he told me to drive into was guarded by someone wearing a general’s insignia! I don't remember where exactly it was, but the whole area, which was close to Beyt, was well protected by thousands of police officers nearby.

Back to the university, on the second year, I chose to study the "telecom" specialization within that major, which was more fun than the other ones: electronics, control, and power.

It was during that time that I realized telecom, which was primarily analogue back then, does not satisfy my curiosity and passion. I wanted to make computer do things for me. I wanted to have my blog on the interest with all those frustrating overkill JavaScript animations! I wanted to a have a cool website on the internet.

It was that moment when I decided to self study The LAMP stack: Linux, Apache webserver, MySQL, and PHP. I was so stupid that I read the whole document of PHP! Then MySQL's document, and a bit about Linux. Then I designed a few websites for myself. And a while after that, I could get some small projects to work on; some of them I even did for free, just to have something to learn from. I never thought programming or Linux would ever become my source of income. I guess because I was still so under the influence of my mother that I thought "okey, so these are all my hobby projects" where I get a bit of money from, but I should probably learn something else too!

Later, this became my one and only source of income:

• PHP & JavaScript —> Python, Golang, TypeScript
• Linux —> sysops —> DevOps & AWS Cloud
• MySQL —> PostgreSQL, DynamoDB, ElasticSearch, mongodb, etc.

Then working with all those layers gave me the opportunity to have a good understanding of the architecture and the tradeoffs needed to be made based on risk management and the stage of team/business...

I also had to work with some childish stupid technologies during this journey too, as I had to make money, and not always you can make money with what you like the most. Especially in countries like Denmark where most managers don't even understand basics of technology and find their ways to those positions through their "connections" AKA what we call corruption in the East.

Our new family member: Thomas

When my brother came back from Ukraine, he brought a nice kitten with himself and gave him to my mom as a gift. Thomas was a cat of the British Blue breed, and my brother got him from someone in Moscow when he was there with his Russian girlfriend. My mother used to one of those who had a fobia of cats. Like many other Iranians, she was also obssessed with cleanness, and didn't want to see cat's fur anywhere in our house.

A few years passed, and Thomas was my favorite son! They also brought two tenants and one of them had four daughters! After that, my brother and I were nothing but two random guys among them those real mommy's kids. It was kinda good actually, because, for the first time, the mom was busy with others and paid less attention to us, so we could live more independently.

Serving at the Military

In Iran, everyone has to server at the military, unless you are an active member of Basij, intelligent service, military, or if you are an Akhoond. And no one can decide where to serve; you simply receive a form that tells you to show up at an address on a specified date. Apart from that, some are even selected randomly; for example, I was one of them. They asked us to go to a specific address so then they randomly chose which wing we should serve it. I was a bit late, so I only got the leftover. The funny fact is that, if you are one of those who had to serve at IRGC, which purely depends on your luck, you can never enter the USA; but interestingly, those like my classmate, Reza Firouzi, who never served in the army, because of his family and their relationship with the leader, can freely enter the US. Interestingly, he lives in Sweden these days, in a city that is known to "belong to the MEK" extremists. That's one of the ways that the US supports all those extremists while suppressing regular people like us who have endangered their lives for a true democracy in Iran. So, ...

• if you are an akhoond —> great, you can enter the US, UK, and Canada!
• if you are a member of the intelligent —> great, you can enter the US, UK, and Canada!
• if you are close to the leader —> great, you can enter the US, UK, and Canada!

But, ...

• if you have been one of those regular people who had to server at Sepah —> you are call a terrorist!
  ... and you cannot enter any of those countries.

Similarly,

• if you have stolen 3 billion dollars from Iran —> great, you can enter Canada with a red carpet!
• are you an MEK terrorist? —> great, Europe will host you with love!
• are you a member of Pahlavi's fascist gang? —> great, United States will host you with love!
• are you a member of Tondar, an armed terrorist organization that works for Pahlavi —> great, Europe will host you with love!

But, ...

• if you are a highly-educated Iranian —> all you will get is US sanctions and hatred.

During the Khatami's term, for a short period of time, it was possible to "buy" the military. My brother was one of those lucky ones who asked my father to buy it for him for 10 million Toman back then; and I remember that he only went to a very short military training course that last only ten days! I had heard that if reformists take the power, this might become possible again, so I studied a bit longer at university, hoping that I would find a way to avoid wasting two years of my life at a stupid military service. But unfortunately, Ahmadinejad succeeded the coup and kept the power, and I was drafted into the military for compulsory service, just a few months after we were protesting on the streets! Most of us were against those who silenced our voice and stole our votes in favor of the Zionist Ahmadinejad, just because he was under the full support of the leader, who is btw the Chief Commander too.

If you know me, you probably already know that I'm not one of those who can be silenced easily. That stubbornness eventually led to my exile to one of the most dangerous borders we have, in Kordistan near Iraq, where the unspoken expectation was that I would not survive and that my disappearance would bring them relief. But I survived. To avoid continuing my military service there, I started looking for excuses and loopholes. Eventually I realized that with some relatively minor medical issues, I could get exempted from combat duty. At least I would not be given a weapon or be assigned to a post in that dangerous region where foreign Iraqi armed "Kordish" terrorists, PJAK/PKK, were attacking us almost daily and conscript soldiers were being killed. Knowing myself and my personality, I was absolutely certain that I would never pull the trigger on another human being. So I came to Tehran to get a non combat assignment through medical exemptions. That was when I noticed those idiots had sent two of their staff to follow me in Tehran. It was obvious they were intelligence or security forces because they were not wearing military uniforms even inside the military base. One of them kept staring at me from behind a newspaper, looking at me sideways, thinking I was stupid and would not realize it was the same guy from Kordistan. A few days later, when I went back, of course they had returned there too at the same time.

For a while, they assigned me to be the guy who carried classified letters back and forth. That alone opened my eyes to some very strange things. After that, they assigned me to become the telephone operator of the Supreme Leader’s representative in the entire province. Why? Because I had studied telecommunications, and in the minds of those idiots, anyone who studies telecom automatically becomes the “telephone operator.” During that time, I did everything I could to quietly mess with them without them realizing it. For example, I deliberately turned the provincial representative against Ayatollah Saeedi, who was based in Tehran and was their boss, the one who was telling them what to do. They were also the ones who were dictating what should be said by the leader's representatives in Friday Prayers. I made sure that the calls between them were added a few disrespect factors, while pretending that oh I'm new and I had no clue. I was basically setting them against each other. I also helped as much as I could by putting pressure on a few colonels to correct their behavior so life would become easier for conscript soldiers. Of course, there were good people there too. Even though Israel and US pretend that Sepah is just a group of savages. One example was the Lieutenant General, a genuine patriot. Even on holidays, at two in the morning, he would show up unexpectedly to inspect things and was always there to support. He was knowledgeable and a decent human being. Once he personally caught us when we had escaped the base to grab some non-military food for ourselves. In the end, when he realized we were a bunch of educated people, he let us go. Respect to him.

Long story short, I annoyed them so much that eventually they agreed to send me to Tehran. When I got there, I thought I would be sent to the address listed on my orders, which happened to be close to our home. Then I realized, no, I had to be reassigned again and they sent me somewhere else. That place brought its own interesting experiences. On the first day, when they were deciding what post to give me, one of them looked at me and said, “Hey, aren’t you the guy who was in the protests fighting us a few months ago????” And yes, I was in many of those protests; like many others. My tongue froze and I instantly turned pale! I thought, shit, now they’re going to shut me up for real. Then he laughed and said he was just messing with me.

Later, a nice guy named Behnam came down from the upper floor, chatted with me casually, then told the person in charge that everything was fine. After that, they assigned me to become responsible for handling judicial case files for the whole unit! All names, all cases, I had to go through them all... In that new place also I could see all kinds of people. The most passionate among them was an amazing person named Morteza. I somehow kinda became deeply devoted to him intellectually and personally. I was even telling my mother good things about those guys to know that not everyone there is bad. I think it was then when my brother saw me praising such a good man in front of my mother, that he became resentful of him and his family/uncle. Of course, there were idiots too. I remember a guy who had joined that organization to become an official force. He had a bachelor’s degree in some useless field and were mocking us conscripts, saying, “You idiots, when you leave here, people like me will become your bosses, because they give us free rank and position in all those companies out there!” This is exactly why so many people hate Sepah; which is one of the stupid things that the leader promotes in Sepah which has turned against that organization.

In the military, prayer and fasting were officially mandatory, but I, and a few other conscripts, never joined those prayers and were not fasting durin the month of Ramazan. When it was time for prayer, we would slip into a room, lock the door, and hide so no one would notice. We even had a special knock: if someone used that rhythm, we’d open the door. One day we were exposed; someone knocked in exactly the same rhythm. I looked around, realized everyone who knew the code was already inside, and silently signaled not to open the door. But one very suspicious guy rushed forward and opened it anyway. We were all punished. I still think he was the one who gave us away.

During Ramadan, I’d also quietly bring food and find some hidden corner to eat. After a while, one of the official forces stationed there, someone from the upper floors, noticed and occasionally was passing by that area to show me that they are aware! The top floor of that building belonged to security and intelligence, which is why we used to joke among ourselves that “if you say the wrong thing, the guys upstairs will come take us away in sacks.” Still, we were stubborn enough to talk anyway; of course, carefully, making sure we didn’t completely screw ourselves.

I remember one of those "upstairs guys" had developed serious psychological problems. I knew about it because I was assigned to handle case files. Sometimes, when no one was around, he’d come and talk to me. I never fully trusted him as he was intelligence after all; so I was mostly listening.

Masih Alinejad? Ahmadinejad?

One day in a corner that no one was around, we were having a conversion about 88 in a low voice, which I don’t fully remember. I don't remember what exactly I said, but he looked at my face, smiled and said:

"Masih Alinejad? She was sent abroad by our own people! Like many others who were dispatched abroad under the guise of asylum."

He continued:

"Masih became close to the reformists, to act as an ear and collect their secrets. This was initiated by a part of the intelligence that is close to Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's brother; now she is continuing the same job from outside."

It felt like a genuine confession, but still, I didn’t give him my trust. I think having to work under all those contradictions had driven him insane, because he was being forced to do things he believed were wrong.

Given everything that happened later, it didn’t sound completely disconnected from reality. Maybe that’s why Masih Alinejad has long been aligned with Pahlavi and Ahmadinejad, while focusing her fire almost exclusively on moderates and reformists. That's probably why she strongly opposes voting, an anti-democratic stance that made it far easier for hardliners like the Paydari faction and people like Raisi to rise to power and continue Ahmadinejad’s path, dragging Iran deeper into the inhumane sanctions that have functioned as tools of pressure and exploitation, mainly targeting Iranian civilians.

After the military

After my service, I randomly ran into Behnam again, completely unrelated. He was the same guy who had given me the security clearance. He thought I was so clueless that I had forgotten who he was. Then he said, “You go hiking, right? I have a friend who hikes a lot too. Want to go together sometime?” We went, and it was interesting how that guy tried really hard to enter my life. He was a good guy. Both of them were genuinely decent people. But if these people are the security forces of a country, then we are truly doomed with such a level of IQ!

Later, they brought someone who told me that I have to help them build a fake website bring down the legitimacy of Kalemeh, which was a reformist news agency. What they did not realize was that I myself was/am a reformist. I did not tell them, but I played dumb for a few months until they gave up themselves. It was fascinating to me that for years afterward, they were seeing me as a national security threat, especially Ghasem, who never listened to any of those things that I was telling him, just because I had revealed to him that I am reformist, and he was seeing us all as the enemies, just because the leader and some stupid guys in Sepah's intelligent were against all reformists. Maybe if people in those organizations were more intelligent, things would not have ended the way they did, with people like Ahmadinejad infiltrating the country and dragging it exactly in the direction colonial powers wanted. A group hiding behind their "ultra revolutionary" masks, effectively carrying out the goals of America and Israel. A group that lies by claiming that being close to Russia automatically makes them anti-Israel; while years before the events of 88, I personally met someone who said he had been trained in Russia to help Ahmadinejad, Reza Pahlavis, and Israel carry out a fake so-called “color revolution,” to eliminate the real patriots and weaken the reformists who care about Iran and democracy. Then they could pave the way for the rise of Ahmadinejad, a Zionist under his fake mask.

One of the interesting things that Ghasem once showed me was a list of women that they provide for those people in high ranks to legally have sex with, for a short period of time, without anyone being aware of it. Underground Islamic brothels, serving those who work as governors, generals, etc. I'm not sure if this was the same as what Ghasemian created earlier or was something else. That business is also common among Akhoonds who live in Mashhad, near Emam Reza's shrine. I heard it directly from Mr. SaberiFar, mayor of Mashhad, and one of the most powerful people there.

The official career after military

After the military, I applied for numerous companies and went to a few interviews. Finally, I was accepted for a junior System Administration role at a company named Mobina, where I learned more about Linux, Python, Perl, and a bit of Oracle DB. I remember that for a few weeks I had to study from a Oracle DB admin book at their office, so then I could be qualified to join one of their projects.

Later, I studied for LPIC1 and LPIC2 at Sharif University under the guidance of Mr. Hajigholamali, who was one of the bests back then. He introduced me to his son, and I was accepted by AHS to join MTN Irancell's project as a Linux admin. It was my honor to work with some of the Goolakhs of that field, like Shalchian, Kheirkhahan, and Elmian. Even though we are not connected anymore as politics separate us all, but I still respect the knowledge of guys. Two of then actually were my teachers back then. Unfortunately, one of them went to the US, another one went to Canada, and the other one went to Germany. Such brilliant minds, all ended up working for other those colonial countries; thanks to a stupid person whose opinions were close to Ahmadinejad.

Later, I worked for MCI, the first mobile operator of Iran. And after that, for the local branch of Gemalto, an American/French company, where I had two local managers in Tehran, and one in Dubai.

During those years, I witnessed a few horrible things too. For example, once someone stole the whole database of NOCR (National Organization for Civil Registry)! Names, photos, addresses, phone numbers, everything! When I reported that guy to my manager, I was told by the CEO that suddenly I had to give them a signed blank promissory note for an amount equal to 100 times my monthly salary! of course, I refused and walked out. Later, I realized that the CEO was related to a senior executive at MCI; a guy who any believed had been given that position because of perceived intelligence connections rather than merit, as he appeared largely incompetent. He was also associated with some other individuals widely suspected of having Ahmadinejad-related intelligence ties. I guess that's why they gave such a young CEO critical projects like NOCR or another one related to the oil industry and National ID. Interestingly, later, all were compromised. I donno why no one was even interested to listen and why they allowed such infiltrators such high levels of access.

How was it to live in Iran?

When I was a child, one of our relatives, who lived in the United States, brought their daughters to Iran for the first time. The younger one was shocked the moment she got to the airport, and a few years later, when she could communicate in Farsi, she said that I never thought in Iran people have cars and you guys have all those beautiful things here. She was telling us that they are thought at school that Iranians are a bunch of uncivilized savages who ride donkesy instead of driving cars and have no access to technology and modern world. She was shocked for the level of brainwashing in their schooling system. So, if you are one of those who know Iran only through your education system, video games, or media (Western propaganda machine), you probably think Iran is nothing but a large desert full of camels; men have at least 5 wives; and women live in their sack-like cloaks spending their miserable lives! If that's what you think, congratulations! You are officially braiwashed to be stupid.

But, as I mentioned earlier in another article, the reality is far different from all those lies. I myself kinda had a better life in Iran compare to Denmark.

To give you an idea how poeple live in Iran, this is a part of our old apartment back in 2015. A regular middle class family from the capital. Compare that with all those shitty homes in Denmark, Germany, and other European communist-style countries.

And a few more photos for around 2015 when I still lived in Tehran:

Even though we were under all those inhumane hate-based US sanctions, people were more alive there compared to at least those German-based European countries like Germany, Denmark, Sweden, and Finland. Even though my salary was quite low in Iran and with our highly-restricted passports I could not travel to most Western countries who hate us, I could visit our beautiful cities in the north, west, and south.

I could try scuba diving, bungee shooting, or paragliding at Kish, one of the mesmerizing islands of Iran. On weekends, I could go bowling or play pool with friends. I could go carting or paintball. I could attend a concert and listen to one of my favorite singers in Milad Tower's Concert Hall.

I could hike in the beautiful mountains near Tehran. I could go skiing in one of the many ski resorts that we have. I could hang out with likeminded friends who loved nature and respected the beauty of nature. Unlike the idiotic anti-social culture that exists in the Nordics, I could easily find new friends in those trips.

I could enjoy the warmth of summer and the humidity of spring. Having four seasons, I could easily see that nature awakens when spring arrives; that's probably why we celebrate Norouz (new day) as the first day of year; unlike Europeans who copied Yalda (Yule) and named it Christmas, on a different date that we were historically celebrating it in Iran/Armenia which is the origin of Christianity; then celebrate a random day for new years Eve! Something that does not match to anything related to our beautiful nature; while all those events were ment to be related to our natural powers, all coming from Mithraism and Zoroastrian. Religions who see nature as a reflection of God; that's why we respect the nature as if it is a part of our almighty God. That's why in Iran we celebrate Nowruz (the first day of spring), and that's why we celebrate Yalda (the longest night of the year) with a red theme.

I had a much better life in Iran compared to Denmark; that's why I decided to leave that psychiatric Nordic region and move back to Iran. Unfortunately, Israel attacked us right then, and my plans changed. I'm still grateful that I reside in Armenia, which is very similar to Iran. That's probably why these days those European countries want to mess with it.

Extra notes

[1] In Iran, akhoond is usually refers to those who pretend to be the "representatives of God" while they serve the evil and their business of religion; those like Mesbah Yazdi, Ahmad Khatami, and everyone else who is the enemy of beauty and happiness. Beauty and happiness are reflections of the God, and only those who server the evil are against them. Alternatively, those who really are true Shia and care about God, we call them rouhani; people like President Khatami, Karoubi, or President Rouhani.

[2] Unlike what the Western propaganda pretends, the reality of hejab is less restrict compared to Arabic countries. People were basically wearing a shawl or scarf around their head, similar to what you see women wearing during the winter time in Armenia or Russia; two Eastern countries with cultural similarities to Iran. It was only those public jobs that required women to wear the Arabic-style hejab (chador or maghnae), which is what you still see people who work for the government wear, mostly only during the working hours. For example, those women who work for the government, banks, telecom companies, etc. and all those organizations that are mainly owned by one of the orgs owned by the monarch/leader, either through Sepah or other organization; which is why many Iranians dislike Sepah, even though it is one of the main official wings of the military and consists of the patriots who protect the country from the colonial evil. You can read more about it here.

[3] Komite was a new wing of the police that was founded to enforce Islamic rules. It was so unpopular and hated by the people that later they had to dissolve it. Some wrongly think that it was Komite that became Sepah, and that's why they hate Sepah, but as far as I know they just moved them into different organizations. I personally think that such organizations were founded by some of those Western-backed super-revolutionary infiltrators whose job was to help their colonial masters.

[4] This used to be quite common among families in all Eastern counties, but it has changed in Iran at least. I'm not sure about other ones like China, Japan, or India.

[5] Dr Alain Gilbert and Dr Paul Tessier.