When I Look at Photographs of Royal Iran

Whenever I see old photographs from the years of royal Iran, a strange lump rises in my throat. I sigh and ask myself: will those days ever come back? Will our Iran ever know dignity and splendor again? Will I live to see laughter in our streets and markets, people unafraid and free of sorrow, buying what they need for a king's coronation, instead of hearing a grandmother weep beside the window of a saqqakhaneh? Whenever I sink into that pain and then scroll through X, I find photographs of the prince, his travels, and his important meetings. My heart grows quieter. A smile comes to my face, and I say: Shahanshah Aryamehr, may your soul rest in peace. You protected the prince so that one day he might protect our Iran. That is why I call for a royal Iran and shout #جاویدشاه