Not the silence that follows a scream. Not the silence after a protest has been crushed. But the silence that greets you before you even begin, the silence that tells you, before you say a word, that no one is listening. That the world has already decided your pain does not qualify for its attention.

I know this silence well. I have lived inside it for years.

Iran has been killing its own people for decades. Not quietly, not secretly but openly, systematically, with the full machinery of a state that has never been made to pay a real price for what it does. Poets die in prison cells from preventable illness. Protesters are shot in the........

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