Why Did You Create Us Iranians?
We had big dreams once. Dreams so vivid they lit up our nights, filling us with hope and purpose. We intended to leave the world better than we found it—to do good, to create, to build, to heal. We believed our talents, our strength, and our boundless dreams were gifts from the Creator, tools meant for shaping a brighter future.
But life is not so simple. We were born into the embrace—and sometimes the grip—of history and geography. Forces far beyond our control dictated the course of our lives. Centuries of struggle, resilience, and survival flowed in our veins. These were both blessings and burdens.
God, we ask You, who painted the heavens with stars and filled our souls with longing: why did You place us here? Why did You make us Iranians?
You gave us strength, but tested it against storms. You gave us talent, but placed it in a land where shadows often loom larger than light. You gave us dreams, but also the weight of centuries of expectation. Did You choose us to endure? To resist? To rise above?
We carry within us the poetry of Rumi, the wisdom of Hafez, the courage of Rostam, and the yearning of a thousand generations. Our hearts ache for freedom, for peace, for a world where our children can dream even bigger than we did.
And yet, in all this questioning, there is love—a deep, unshakable love for this land, for its people, for the way the wind carries the scent of spring blossoms through the valleys, for the melodies that stir something ancient and sacred within us.
Perhaps the answer lies not in asking "why" but in embracing the "how." How can we, with all our gifts and burdens, make this life meaningful? How can we take the strength You gave us and transform it into resilience? How can we turn our talent into creation, our dreams into reality?
To be Iranian is to carry both pain and pride, to know struggle yet never give up. And maybe, just maybe, that is the answer You intended all along.