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The plane touched down at Nur Khan under a pitch-black Islamabad sky where not a single star dared to show its face. A long red carpet unrolled slowly across the tarmac like a ribbon of fresh blood catching the faint airport lights. Iranian men descended the stairs one by one with no ties around their necks and no unnecessary show of wealth or power, only those same resolute faces that had stared down fifty years of harsh sanctions without ever flinching even once. They never begged for mercy from anyone and they never broke under pressure. Instead they built their own engines with their own hands, created their own Internet infrastructure, moved their own oil through clever routes, and fed their own people despite every attempt by the world to starve them into complete submission. Even when other nations bled in distant conflicts they still sent their blood and their treasure without hesitation to places like Bosnia, Armenia, Palestine, Lebanon, to three million Afghan souls in need, and even during the long white night of struggle in South Africa. In doing so they kept the ancient measure of human dignity alive at a time when the powerful wanted the very meaning of good and evil to change whenever it suited the strong and the dominant. Some of their own people still ask the honest question why they should spend so much on strangers when their own tables at home remain thin and their own needs stay pressing. The answer lies in a deeper truth that without such actions the scale of the world would stay tipped forever in favor of the mighty. The earth itself still draws breath today because of exactly this kind of quiet and stubborn defiance that refuses to bow. Watch that video with full attention and let the pride rise fiercely and warmly in your chest for all of Iran’s hard-won victories over the decades. Feel that pride deeply and without any shame. These men turned decades of isolation into true sovereignty, turned every blockade into an unbreakable inner strength, and transformed fifty long years of chains into the patient labor that first freed their own nation and then reached out with helping hands to free and support others in their times of need. And we who sit here comfortably in our air-conditioned rooms while scrolling endlessly through our screens, constantly fed on every comfort that modern life can offer with our ethics long faded into the background, we suddenly see ourselves for exactly what we truly are in that moment. We appear as slaves to luxury who have lost our spine somewhere along the way. We know the sweet taste of an easy and comfortable life all too well and we also know the constant underlying fear of losing that ease one day. These men on the tarmac never tasted that kind of ease and they never even wanted it for themselves. That is precisely why they stand tall tonight with quiet confidence while we feel strangely small in comparison. They came for talks and nothing more. If the talks give them everything they want then it is good and welcome. If the talks do not give them what they seek then still it remains good in its own way. This is the ancient game of love, right vs wrong and honor played at the highest level. Put in whatever you wish because what is there left to fear in the end. If you win then what is there left to say afterward. And if you lose even then the game is not truly lost because the spirit behind it endures. Faiz Ahmad Faiz had already signed his name to this very idea fifty years ago when he welcomed the Iranian Revolution with open poetic arms. The dignity with which one walks calmly toward the gallows that unmatched grace remains untouched no matter what the outcome may be. If you win then what is there left to say. And if you lose even then the game is not lost at all.