To the Members of A Dying Breed,

This letter, filled with the blood of my family and our great father, Cyrus Shahanshah is for you.

For quite some time now, I can’t recall, possibly the last few months to last 5 years, I have been hearing whispers about Middle Easterners.  I will solely focus on Iranians to make this easier.  20 years ago, many of us fled Iran coming to America.  The children of the late 70’s to 1984 are a dying breed.  What we consider Iranian is hard to find in those that are 25 and younger and in some cases non existent.  The only thing that makes them Iranian is the fact your parents are Iranian, but once you abandon your culture and roots, you can no longer lay claim to a race that you know nothing about.

I’ve heard many Iranians from Iran and those of the 76-84 era chronically complain about how many Iranians in America don’t know Farsi, don’t care for it, or even ones who have lived here for a few years suddenly never want to speak Farsi anymore.  I’ve heard these Iranians talk about rasm va adab (cultural values) that people today completely lack, such as respect towards elders and those of noble bloodlines.  

I know, many of you 18-25 year old Iranians think you are Iranian, but in reality, not from my eyes do I say this as I am reserving judgement, but in the eyes of those who really understand their ancestral blood and roots you are not. Being Iranian never consisted of-- doing hard core drugs, getting drunk, going clubbing every bloody week, marrying because of money, divorcing because of money, stealing girls‘ virginity, sleeping with someone because they have a Benz or BMW, dating or wanting to marry someone because they are a “doctor” “lawyer” or pharmacist,” playing ridiculous dating games with no end, being fake, not keeping your WORD, hating Iran, hating to speak Farsi, being ethnocentric, being racist, hating Islam, living off of mommy and daddy’s money and doing absolutely nothing productive with your life, gangbangs, being rude to your elders, lacking respect to all beings of life, partying until your old saggy ass is 65 at the club, lies, lying, and yes lying everyday and every night, using people to your advantage, backstabbing, and who can forget, to completely abandon your honor and dignity as a human being.  

Being Iranian, it was more than that.  It had a substance of value that other races appreciated in us and that is why they valued our friendships, because of our word and honor, things that we completely lack today.  Not too long ago, men would rip a piece of their go-t, beard, or mustache as a sign of honor and trust, now we fuck each other in the ass in every way possible.   Now we give homey hugs and high fives in front of each other, but once we turn away our immediate response is “I hate that fucking guy” 

To many of the 18-25 years old, you might go to these “Iranian parties” thinking you are Iranian, and may you think that this is the real road to happiness and representing your people, but you’re too young and naive to understand and maybe, inshallah, IF GOD DOES WILL IT, you may see in your late 30’s or 40s that happiness is more than just dancing on the damn couch and looking like people from Jersey Shore. Most likely, your lack of true friends and experience in life will hinder your ability to understand what is being said so i won’t bother with it anymore that the substance that exists in a true friendship is a quality you few in America will ever understand....

To the last of a dying breed, I have this to say....MAKE THE WORLD YOU WANT TO LIVE ON and if these people are Iranian, the same fake ass Iranians who didn’t do anything during our efforts to have our voices be heard last year when they were too busy clubbing and once our movement, OUR MOVEMENT TO REACH OUT TO OUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS BECAME THE ATTENTION OF THE GLOBAL MEDIA, they, the jersey shore posers suddenly came and what an embarrassment it was as most of them were their to get laid....If that is Iranian, then my race died long before I or you were born....

I dedicate this to every Iranian from the time of our great Father Cyrus, who died to make the world and Iran a better place.  I dedicate this to every woman that was raped in Iran’s Evin prison and then hung to death for adultery, I dedicate this to every Iranian who so valiantly risked their lives last year and are now dead.  I dedicate this to every member of the forgotten Noble families of the Bakhtiyari and Qashqayi clans whose Khans (Lords) died leaving you with no Lord to lead your ways and fight what is rightfully yours.  I dedicate this to every human being who has witnessed the destruction of our planet and civilization.  

I dedicate this to the last of a dying breed, a human breed.

“Speriamo una giornata, Dio ci mostra la strada di felicita”

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ان نامه برایه ءتنه من هست، برایه یک عیلی که دارن میمیرن

اان نامه، پوره خونه فامیله من و پدر بزرگه ما، ثیروس شاهنشاه برا شهم هست

برا یک چن مقه، نمیتنم یدم بیات، شاید ان اخارین چن ما تا ان اخارین ۵ سال، من دارم هرف از ناسہ شب میشنوم از ءتنه مه، ادم ایرانیا.  ۲۰ سال قبل، خلی ایوین از ایران امدن بیرون و رفتن خورج.  بچهایه این ادمها که بعینه سالهایه ۷۶-۸۴ به دنیا امدن ماله یک نسل مظرده هستن.  ان ثیزی که به ان اسل ایران هست، یک شخسیتاه هست که ان وتن که ۲۵ سال و کوچیک تر هستن نمیتونن بهفهمن.  فقت چیزی که ان ادمهارا ایرونی میکنه هستش که فمیلشون از ایران هستن، اما، وختی که یک انسان خونشرا و فرهنگشرا از دست میده، ان ادم دیگه اجزه نداره  که بتونه بگه ایرانی هست وختی که هیچیه از ایران نمیدنن.

از  ان ناسله ۷۶-۸۴ همش دلشون نراهت هست که ءتنه امیرکا فرسئ بلد نیستن، یا دوست ندارن زبانه مدرشونرا هرف بزنن.  همین نسل ۷۶-۸۴ ام از رسما ادبم هرف میزنن که وتنه امروز هیچ تربیته ندارن جوری که هیچ اهترم به بزرگا نشون نمیدن.

من میدینم، خلی از شماها که باچه نینوجبی هستین که ۲۵ سال یا کوچیک تر هستین، فکی میکنین که ایرانی هستم اما از چسمه ان وتنه اسیله ایران شماها ایرانی نیستن.  هیچه وخت تو فرهنگه ایرانی نگفتن که ادام:

متاد باشه، مست بشه، هرف هفتته بره کلب و بترکونه، ازتواج کنه برا پول، تلاق بگیره بارا پقل، باکریه یک دخترا بدزدن، با یک کسئ بخبی یا لاست کنه چن که بنز یا بمو دارن، با یک انسان بری بیرون چن که دکتر، وکیل یا دارو هستن، بزیهایه مسخره که هیچ وخت تمام نمیشن بکنن، رست نباشی، هرفترا از دست بدی، ایرانرا دوست نداشتباشی، تهیم به اسلام کنی، نجادهایه دیگرا مسخره کنی، پوله فامیلترا بخری اما هیچ کاری با زندگیت نکنی، با ادمها ارگی بازی دشتباشی، بری کلب تا وختتی که به سنه مادر بزرگ بشی، دوروق، دوروق، و سپ تا شب دوروق بگی سو استفاده کنی  از ادمهایه بیگنا، و کی میتونه یدش بره، پشتترا به شخسیاتت کنی و اهترامه انسان بودن از دست بدی.

ایرانی بودن از ان خلی بوشتر بود.  یک ابهتی داشت یک نجدهایه دیگه به ماها نگا میکرن بارایه دوستی و باوفا بودن.  ان قدر دور نریم، یک مقه بود یک مرد سیبیلشرا میکند و به یک مردی دیگه میداد که وفا بودنشرا نشون  بده

به ان وتن که ۱۸۰۲۵ سال هستن، شاید میرن به ان پرتیهایه ایرانی و فکر کنی که ایرانی هستن، اما شماها نیمدونی راه درست برا خشهالی کجا هست و کودم ره ءتنترا تویه یک نوره عزیز نشون بده.  هالا متسفانه جواءن هستین، اما انشعالله یک روزی اگر خداه خدش میخت، راه درسترا بهتون نشون میده.  

به ان نسله اخر، فقت میخام انرا بگم.  دنیای که میخای توش زندگی کنی ان دنیارا برا خدتون درست کن.  و، اگر ان ادمها که دره ماها یانی ایرانی هستم همیم وتنه    گم گیجه که مقیه  تزاراهته ماها همش دستن دختر و پسر بازی میکرن و هیجا پایداشون نمیشود تا وختی که  سدایه ماها مهم شد تو دنیا و الکی امدن بیون که یانئ به  درده ما کمک کنن براه خاهرهایه وزیمون و بردرامون چه جوری ابرویه ماهاره بردن چن که امدن برا لاست بودن.   

من ان نمرا به همه ایرانیا میدن از وخته پدره ماها ثیریس کج جونشونرا از دست دادن که ان دظنیارا بهترا کنن و ایرانرا بهتر کنن.  من ان نمرا به همیه فرشتها  که تجءاز شدن ته زندانه اوین  اهدا کردن، من ان نمرا به همیه ءتنم که جنوشونرا از دست دادن پار سال اهدا کردن، من ان نمرا به همیه خانهایه بختیاری و قشقای اهدا کردن، من ان نمرا به هر انسان که تجاءاز ان دنیایه ماهرا که میبینن اهدا کردن و دیگه، من ان نمرا به هر انسن که از نسله اخره مها که هستن جه درن میمیرن ان نسله انسان، اهده کردن.

انشاعلله یک رزیو، خده رهیه پو  برکترا به ماها بسون بده.

ps- i taught myself how to write in farsi, so i know there are many spelling and horoof errors, but try to look beyond that.