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My family lives in Iran. I have more stakes in this war than all of those Western keyboard warriors and keffiyeh Karens. I can wake up tomorrow and not have a mom. Still, that's not the reason I'm not okay. I know war is scary and it endangers everyone, but nothing is more emotionally taxing right now than seeing the world's reaction to our plight. It's after 3 years of Iranian people's tireless advocacy amid absolute silence from these loud, heartless so-called human rights advocates, after the streets of Iran ran with the blood of 500+ in 2022, after the execution of 1400 (and these are just recorded estimates), after the imprisonment of torture of thousands of people in Iranian prisons, some of whom my friends, after seeing the economy do to a level where people are lucky to have a slice of bread as their only meal of the day while our entire national wealth is funneled either to the terrorists in the region or to the penthouses Israel just took out with the murderers who lived in them, after all that, to see keffiyeh Karen, who has been silent about our suffering until this very moment, proudly raise the Islamic Republic's bloody flag and say, "Hands off Iran." No, keffiyeh Karen. No. You hands off Iran. Keep my country's name out of your mouth and my country's thought out of your mind. You don't care about us. We don't need you.