Entering the 40th Anniversary of the Iranian Revolution

It was as if yesterday we were flying flags and banners. The cloth that was written by young people the night before in the Hemmat Tajrish mosque and then hidden under the bridges of water or some of the townsfolk next to the street now known as Dr. Shariati, and After passing the ranks of the army and the police, we raised them all at once, and the demonstrations took shape. Then there was a car that went over it and gave people their slogans and they also answered. In a few demonstrations, the speaker was made, and thousands more people repeated the slogan. The ladies were in front of the queue and the gentlemen behind. Because the women's presence had caused a delay in the military's encounter with the people, and the same delay, the closed Shariati street would open for the people and the flood of the people would continue to make their way more resolute. Never again, after many demonstrations before the revolution, I could not walk along the entire path of my street, Shariati Avenue, from the revolutionary moment to Azadi Square, and now, it seems to me, this is impossible. The passion of people in the days before the revolution is unthinkable.