There was a part of me that wanted the fire to continue. Not out of vengeance. Not for blood. But because I believed that the war might finally bring an end to one of the last standing Islamic theocracies that infect this region with its poisonous creed.
Iran, in its current form, is not just an enemy of Israel. It is an enemy of women’s bodies, of queerness, of Jewish survival, of dissent, of beauty, of ancient wisdom. It is a regime that fears pleasure, silences difference, and survives on exporting militias the way others export oil.
So yes—when the missiles flew, a part of me hoped this would be the final chapter.
But I must confess something else: I'm relieved the war stopped. Not because Iran deserved mercy. But because what comes after a collapsed regime is not always justice. Sometimes, it is chaos with sharper teeth.
We’ve seen it before. Iraq. Libya. Syria.
Take down the central serpent, and in its place rise a thousand scorpions—each more savage, more sectarian, more ravenous for control.
The fall of a regime does not always bring the rise of freedom.
It often brings the rise of fragments, warlords, tribal vengeance, and proxy fires that never go out.
Iran may be a monster. But it is a contained one—for now.
It still answers to borders.
It still wears the mask of a state.
And until the region is ready to bury not only the regime but also its spawn, its shadows, its militias, perhaps it is wiser to keep the serpent caged.
And yet, in the midst of that fire and noise, I bow my head to the strength of the Israeli people. You endured days in bunkers, nights under sirens, and the cold breath of death closer than it should ever be. You held the line—not just with weapons, but with courage.
To the peaceful people of Iran, those who reject this regime but are trapped beneath it: You are not forgotten. The future belongs to you, not the clerics.
To every innocent soul—Israeli, Iranian, Arab, foreign—who perished in this theatre of power: May the dust remember your names gently. We mourn you. And we will not forget.
And to the United States—thank you. For stepping in with wisdom instead of hesitation.
And to President Trump: perhaps your long-desired Nobel Prize just got one step closer.
This isn't surrender.
This is the bitter wisdom of those who know the Middle East.
Those who understand that sometimes, preserving the fragile balance of horror is less deadly than letting it splinter.
I still dream of an Iran free from black robes and blood slogans. But when it falls—let it be with preparation, not impulse. Let it be by its people, not by foreign fire. Let it fall like an empire stripped by truth, not like a dam exploding into the homes of innocents.
Until then, we live with one serpent… Because I’ve seen what happens when the scorpions take over.
Let's see how the international communities react on the violation of this cease-fire this morning.
A residential building in Israel was hit: 4 casualties (same family) and several injured.
Totally agreed