Here, in my heart, I feel the warmth of the hands
that planted trees in my name,
that wrote on the walls of cities to keep my memory alive.
Even now, I am warmed by the voices of those who celebrated my birthday on the Yalda [winter] solstice.
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Because you did not leave me alone, I am not alone in here.
I am here, but with you.
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Here’s to mighty and better days, with hopes for a future that is brighter than the years that are behind us.
With a smile of pride and courage, I am still with you in resistance, as I celebrate this Norooz a bit early.
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May your Norooz be glorious!
Long Live the 552 days of glorious resistance in the Woman, Life, Freedom revolution!

~Toomaj Salehi
Isfahan, Dastgerd Prison