I think when the war ends, we will be victorious. But can I live with victory?
No— I am not the kind built for triumph.
I need a reason to forget. I never wanted a victory celebration.
I only ever wanted this— To forget those toxic hours, To survive the bombardment Without carrying their weight.
~1 min read · Updated Nov 4, 2026
Written & researched by Dr. Shahin Siami
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