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After 200 hours of nonstop bombing and endless internet blackouts, I created this capture! a trace of a missile, when even the smoke it leaves behind draws a question mark in the sky. Why ? Really, why ?
This is the third war I’ve been caught in the middle of.
For a 38-year-old, living through 3 wars and multiple mass uprisings with thousands of casualties... it’s beyond logic.
I was just a kid living in Kuwait when Saddam Hussein bombed the country. I don\\\'t remember it, but my father said a missile hit just in front of our house.
After returning to Iran and witnessing brutal crackdowns on protests, I moved to Iraq and opened a small photo studio. Two years later, war came again! this time with ISIS. I still remember sitting in my house with a pistol in my hand, ready to end my life if they reached my door.
Somehow, I survived. I lost everything I had worked for and returned to Iran. Then I tried to escape again, this time through Afghanistan, but the Taliban were there before me.
Since then, we’ve been living under constant tension through movements like “Woman Life Freedom”, with gunfire echoing in the streets and threats constantly knocking at our doors. And now, once again, war has come to our doorsteps.
This is just a very, very brief summary...
If I ever tried to truly write it all down, with even a fraction of the details, it would become a book.
This is life for an ordinary young person in the Middle East.
A life that would seem unbearable even to imagine for most people elsewhere in the world.
Sometimes I look back and wonder if there’s ever been a decade of peace here. From Cyrus the Great to now! it’s always been war and bloodshed. And now, I’m a part of that history too.
I don’t know if I’ll survive this time.
I just know I’m tired.
Sometimes I wish I were an Eskimo in the Arctic, or a native in the Australian outback, or even a fish deep in the ocean! never knowing where or what the Middle East even is.
It’s just
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