I can’t believe it. It is unbelievable that it is now six years that Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is Iran’s president. More than 2000 days. It is terrifying. No one can believe it. Although people were disappointed with the reform period, although people said nothing changes whoever comes, no one could imagine that after the reformists were defeated, such a villain would emerge.

When I read the news that the Moral Security of the Society Project is once again going to start, and when I saw those hateful faces in the crossroads, I started shivering. “What have we done wrong, that we should go through this much humiliation?” I wondered. “How long should we feel this anger in our hearts, go through hidden shivers, clench our fists, fill our hearts with hatred and turn into disappointed and frustrated people? How long?”

Her name was Haleh. She was so kind, so sweet, so lovely. I left the hospital and I could not bid farewell to her, as she came in the afternoon and I was leaving in the morning. Her grandfather had to stay some more days in hospital. I never met her again, but just heard from my mum that she asked about me.

Yes Mr. Mario! You writers are the ones who encourage sedition. You are the ones who reproduce sedition with your dark books and blasphemous pens. Reading these books one begins comparing the existing situation with that of the fiction and becomes encouraged to do something.

I don’t want to stick to clichés, but I like my country because I have grown up here. All the mountains, polluted rivers, ancient places that have been destroyed by now, draw me like a magnet. If I was born somewhere else, I would feel the same about that place. But I don’t want to feel defeated. I don’t want to admit that I am giving this land away to the people who have no interest in it and are fantasizing about the day it is ruined. We should stay and resist and call back all Javads, Nasims, and Farhads, and try to put things back to where they should be.

The most important thing the Green Movement is in need of is an efficient intellectual resource that analyzes the situation and provides several solutions for the problems. This is more necessary now that the movement leaders are captivated. The movement is now facing a dilemma and its future depends on the days that lie ahead. It is now in a difficult phase and much consciousness is required.

Plain clothes hid their faces behind masks, whereas last year the protesters hid their faces – but now the regime’s forces are doing it because of fear of detection by people!

We are children of the virtual area, after all we move behind the boundaries set, and we make everyone hear our voice loud and clear. Our manifesto, declaration, and koktel-molotov are Facebook and Twitter. This generation cannot be defeated.

What happened in Iran’s streets last year, namely the Green Movement, is far more progressive and has deeper roots than what happens in Arab countries now. I believe that Iran’s movement is somehow the godfather of recent events. Moreover, the Green Movement, whether in the form of street rallies or in people’s homes living in the virtual area, is a polygonal movement including people of different types and social stratum.

It has been a long time that I don’t like Tehran anymore. Sometimes I feel tempted to go to one of those villages around Tehran where there is even no gas for heating, and start my life there. Maybe I ask someone to make a korsi for me and I get a stack of firewood in the yard, and during long autumns and winters I sit under the korsi.

Standing on the mountaintop and looking around gives you such a great feeling of power: it seems as if after having done this, everything else is easy for you. From up above, Tehran is a small matchbox that you can hold with your two fingers and shake out of it whatever you hate and is persecuting you.

Keeping your dream is not easy in Iran. From the very beginning you should keep in mind that thousand and one obstacles and limits will appear along your way. You have to learn the ways to pass and most importantly the ways not to pass through.

What does an average Iranian neighborhood do when confronted with the announcement a new mosque will be built in their green area?

My uncle works in one of our ministries, and he told me that all of the employees are at work at 8 o’clock, almost all of them snooze until 9 o’clock, then they gather in one of the rooms and eat breakfast, then they come back to their offices at about 10, and they play with the papers and files on their desks and talk with their roommates, then they go for lunch and pray from 12 to 1, and after coming back from lunch they say that they are tired.

Last week when I was looking at the newsstand, I only saw government newspapers and yellow magazines. A passer-by, who was also looking at the newspapers, shook his head insorrow and said: ‘Do you know what? Nowadays the best newspaper is ‘Keyhan’!

We are fighting for the freedom of speech while we don’t have any of the human rights. What do people in free countries think when they hear that the police can arrest us because our manteau is one that doesn’t reach our knees?

Being in the streets is not so important now; you can hear the sound of the breath of the Green Movement in the Internet halls. The thing that we need now is hope. We have to keep our hope, and think about the future and the days that we will feel again that we are countless.

“Everything that has the pressure of compulsion and force behind it is ruined. When sometimes they arrest people because of eating in Ramadan and whip them, it’s clear that young people do exactly these things out of spite.”

When I was a child, wearing T-shirts (with short sleeves) and jeans and using gel was forbidden at school. If we didn’t obey the rules, we had to go to the manager’s office and he punished us.

The driver continues while shaking his head: “God bless the Shah! What a stupid mistake we made!” I now mingle myself in the conversation. “You didn’t expect this situation. It wasn’t a mistake at first, the Revolution is not a sudden accident or a point.