Qian's scream is still in my throat. Still sometimes his voice, the name of the god of his rainbow in my ear.

  Because of the coffin of an Iranian child, they were a lot of insults and accused me of why I was about Kian Pirfakl.

My answer is that I was not mute. You are blind that you didn't even bother you in the Abdi Media channel to see more than 5 posts writing about Qian Nazanin and his family.

Lust has so much power that you have taken away from you.  It is important to you, and the other oppressed children of this oppressed homemate;  You are thirsty for blood.  What a blood that shouts anger and what blood is shouting.

I wish your eyes were worthy of seeing the truth

I wrote in a memo at the beginning of the war: The insults are working, uninterrupted

Any profanity that I am a prose is sacrificed to a bit of Iranian soil.

Any insult I hear, the vows of the mountains and the trees that are still standing.

Everyone will do their job and my job is to stand by the people until the day this soil is alive, and tell the truth;   Only for Iran's homeland.