A Journey Through the Desert of Iran’s National Revolution
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A Journey Through the Desert of Iran’s National Revolution
Now that we have set out on this revolution’s path and lived through so many ups and downs, we all know these are extraordinary circumstances. Together we are living through great events.
Stay with me for a different way of looking at the revolution.
Long live the Shah.
To me, the revolution and our circumstances today bear a striking resemblance to a journey across a desert.
Remember how hard that journey can be: no water, nowhere to rest, not even a tree to give you shade.
And we have reached the middle of the journey. We can’t go back, and we can’t stop where we are, can we?
So we have no choice but to move forward and reach our destination, where we can live freely.
Now that we know our route and destination, let’s consider what we’re carrying along the way.
Each of us has a certain amount of energy and can carry only so much on our shoulders.
Time matters. If our water and food run out, we’ll be finished before we reach the end.
The desert’s heat and dryness and the effort of walking through sand already drain our energy. The weight on our shoulders adds another burden.
If we don’t put down what we don’t need, exhaustion and back pain will overcome us. We won’t be able to keep going. Isn’t that so?
Our extra burdens include personal pride, our lifestyle and comforts, entertainment, parties, luxury food, and all the rest.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t be happy or have any fun.
I’m not saying we must throw everything away. No.
But we can set these things down and keep walking until we reach our destination. That’s all.
I’m saying we need to lighten our load so we have the strength to get through this.
Then we can put our energy and attention into reaching the destination without wasting either along the way.
And we know that, once we’ve arrived, we can come back in a jeep or another car we bought with our own hands and our own efforts, without owing favors to or begging the dishonorable people of today.
We can pick up everything we set down, and this time cross the desert for pleasure.
In other words, we can finally live.
Long live Iran.
Long live the Shah.
