From Persia to Iran — and Back Again: How a Free Civilization Was Hijacked by Allah-in-Guns and Why It’s Rising Now

Hijabs, Blackouts, Defiance — Why Persia’s Revolution Is Different

There are moments when history hits you so hard you have to sit down.

Finding out that Iran — the same place we now associate with veils, morality police, internet blackouts, and women being beaten for showing hair — was once a free, secular, glamorous country was one of those moments for me.

Not metaphorically free.

Not “free for men but not women.

Actually free.

And when I saw the photos — women in miniskirts, couples holding hands in Tehran, universities full of uncovered women, nightclubs, music, fashion, travel — I felt something between rage and grief.

How did that become this?

How did Persia become a prison?

Persia Was Never Backward — It Was Brilliant

Before 1979, Persia (modern Iran) was not an Islam dictatorship. It was a secular state. A few people were Muslim, yes — but religion was personal, not obligated.

• No compulsory hijab.

• No morality police.

• No arrests for dating.

• No prison for leaving a religion.

Women worked as judges, doctors, politicians. They dressed how they wanted. They studied what they wanted. They lived like women in Europe, America, or Africa.

Tehran was a tourist destination. People went there for holidays. For parties. For culture.

Persia was not isolated.

Persia was not radical.

Persia was not poor.

It was alive.

And then, in 1979, everything broke.

How a Revolution Was Stolen

People were angry at the Shah. He was corrupt. Authoritarian. Too close to Western powers. So Persians rose up, demanding justice.

But while the people wanted freedom, Muslim extremists wanted power.

They promised dignity.

They promised equality.

They promised a better society.

What they delivered was a theocracy.

The Islamic Republic was born — and with it came a simple rule:

Sharia law is above all laws.

That sentence destroyed everything

Almost overnight:

• Women were forced to cover.

• Music was censored.

• Dissent was criminalized.

• Opposition was executed.

• Leaving Islam became extremely dangerous.

• The hijab stopped being a choice.

It became a threat.

Morality police were created to patrol bodies, hair, behavior, and thought. The state began to own people — especially women.

This wasn’t faith.

This was control dressed up as their god.

And that is why today, when Persian women burn their headscarves in the streets, and people burn mosques, it isn’t about rejecting spirituality.

It is about rejecting ownership, control, dominance, and of course "Sharia Laws".

What Is Happening in Persia Right Now

This is not just “unrest.”

This is not just “economic frustration.”

This is a civilizational uprising.

Right now, Persians are demanding:

An end to mandatory hijab

The abolition of morality police

Free speech

Free internet

The right to live without fear

An end to sharia law controlling and dictating private life

People are tearing down the symbols of oppression.

Women are burning the cloth that was used to cage and oppress them.

Men are standing beside them.

The government responds with:

• Death penalties 

• Arrests

• Internet blackouts

• Beatings

• Killings

And still, that did not stop them.

And that my friend, are people remembering who they are.

The Part of Persia Most People Don’t Know

Here is something that shook me to the core.

Persia is not just in history books.

Persia is actually in the Bible.

When God’s people were enslaved in Babylon, it was Persia — under King Cyrus the Great — that conquered Babylon and freed them.

Not only freed them… but paid for their temple to be rebuilt.

The Bible calls Cyrus, a Persian king:

“God’s anointed.”

Persia was the empire God used to restore what was broken.

Persia was known for:

• Tolerance

• Multiculturalism

• Letting people worship freely

Which makes today’s Persia even more heartbreaking — and even more meaningful.

Because something that was once used to restore is now being restored.

This is why their courage feels different.

The courage in Persian streets right now doesn’t feel random.

It feels ancient.

It feels like a civilization waking up.

Whether you are Christian, Buddhist, or an atheist, — something deep and spiritual is happening there. People who were told they are small, sinful, and powerless are standing up against a religion that see non muslims has worse creatures and second hand citizens.

That kind of courage does not come from nowhere.

My Dream for Persia

Free to believe.

Free to doubt.

Free to dress.

Free to speak.

Free to live.

That’s it.

That’s the revolution.

And right now, in the streets of Persia, people — especially women — are burning fear itself.

History is watching.

God is watching.

And so am I.

© 2026 The Dreamer’s Pause. All rights reserved.

Maduro’s Fall, Trump’s Move, and Why Everyone Lost Their Minds

Good Intentions, Bad Precedents: When the World Lost Its Mind Over Venezuela

Happy New Year — yes, I know, it’s probably the tenth time we’re saying that this January. But here we are, and honestly, the world already feels like it’s been set on fire. And Venezuela? Well, let’s just say the world is arguing about it louder than ever, and nobody seems to know the facts.

So, buckle up.

January 3, 2026 — The Day Nicolás Maduro Got a One-Way Ticket to New York

Let’s start with the facts:

• Who: Nicolás Maduro Moros, president of Venezuela since 2013, and his wife, Cilia Flores.

• Why he’s infamous: Authoritarian rule, corruption, economic collapse, political oppression, food and medicine shortages, hyperinflation — the list goes on.

• What happened: On January 3, 2026, a U.S. operation captured Maduro and Flores, transporting them to the United States to face charges including drug trafficking and corruption.

• How it happened: Quick, coordinated, precise — video footage shows Maduro being confronted, surprised, and ultimately taken. People in Venezuela were crying tears of joy, waving flags, hugging in the streets, celebrating like decades of oppression had finally ended.

So yes, for Venezuelans, this was life-changing and emotional. For the rest of the world… cue the chaos.

Everyone Lost Their Minds — For All the Wrong Reasons

Here’s the first thing I need to say: some  people are ridiculous online. I saw Americans, mostly Democrats or liberals, making videos defending Maduro, blaming Trump, claiming imperialist motives — without checking a single fact. No dates, no charges, no understanding of Maduro’s decades-long authoritarian regime. Just outrage.

And of course, the lazy “Trump wants the oil” crowd came out in full force. Let’s be honest: oil matters. Venezuela has a LOT of oil. But reducing this operation to greed is like blaming a firefighter for water damage. There’s nuance, people! But nuance is apparently banned on social media. What a sad sad world we live in.

Trump Did Something Good — Can We Please Admit That?

I know, I know, saying this will get me canceled by some X (Twitter) liberal army: yes, Trump did something positive here. For once, decades of Venezuelan suffering were interrupted. People were freed from oppression, even if temporarily. Yes, he has flaws, yes, he has a past full of questionable decisions — and yes, the legality of this operation is debatable.

But let’s be real: compared to the disasters under Biden, Harris, or even Obama, this was a bold, decisive action. And if you immediately hear “Trump!” and your brain shuts down, congratulations, you’re part of the problem. Do some research. Read the facts. Don’t just make 60-second outrage videos.

Let’s Talk About Precedent — And Why This Is Scary

Here’s the thing: it worked this time. But what if it doesn’t next time? If the U.S. can swoop into a country, remove its leader, and get away with it, imagine what could happen if the intention wasn’t “good.”

That’s why international law exists — to prevent the powerful from doing whatever they want just because they feel like it.

Does that make this action morally gray? Absolutely. Does it also feel good watching a tyrant finally get taken down? Absolutely. The world is messy. Politics is messy. Human emotion is messy. And Twitter? X is pure chaos.

What I can’t overstate this enough is: watching people defend Maduro online is like watching a comedy show directed by ignorance. No history, no context, just rage. “Trump bad!” “Dictator good!” Boom, viral video. Logic? Gone. Facts? Optional.

If ignorance burned calories, half the internet would be fit by now. And the scary part? People actually believe they’re informed.

Chaos, Power, and Controversy: Observing the Fall of a Dictator Without Looking Away

Freedom without law becomes chaos, law without humanity becomes cruelty, and power without accountability becomes dangerous. The Venezuela moment shows us that outcomes can feel right while methods are messy, emotions can be raw while logic is optional, and the world can cheer and panic at the same time. If there’s a lesson here, it’s simple: think slower, read deeper, question louder — and take a pause before the world spins even faster.

© 2026 The Dreamer’s Pause. All rights reserved.

From Setbacks to Comebacks: My New Year Story

New Year, Same Me… Just Leveling Up

Happy New Year, world! 🎉

Yes, it’s January 2nd, 2026, and no, this isn’t another “new year, new me” post. I’ve already done my little motivational speech on December 31st. Today feels different — today feels like the calm after the fireworks, a moment to breathe, reflect, and look straight at the path ahead.

I’ll be honest: my feelings are all over the place. 2025 was… well, let’s just say it was a masterclass in patience, lessons, and God’s timing. I rewrote my NSC last year thinking, “Yeah, I got this!” and then my results came back… let’s just say I got schooled by reality. That was rough. I considered giving up on university entirely, but life had other plans — and by the grace of God, 2026 is my year to finally go to college. Funding approval is pending, but faith is loud, and hope is louder.

I’ve applied to colleges I never thought I’d like. I got accepted, and there’s one last decision I’m waiting for next week — fingers, toes, and everything crossed.🤞🏿I feel so happy and blessed that I’ll finally be able to pursue higher education, earn a degree, and open doors to more opportunities. Because, let’s be real, in 2025, job applications were not having me.

 One year and two months, three interviews, zero results — if it wasn’t distance, it was experience; if it wasn’t experience, it was my own human error (thank you, wrong CV!). 🙁

But I’m not letting that stop me. Not this year.

2026 is also about me becoming more adult-ish. That means getting my driver’s license, socializing more (I know, shocking!), and meeting the love of my life.🤭🤏🏿 Solitude has its perks, but too much isolation makes you feel like life’s moving without you — like you’re that one person still figuring out TikTok trends in 2020 while everyone else is in 2026. 😂

College won’t be like high school. No one will call your parents if you skip class or miss an assignment. It’s up to me, and honestly, that’s terrifying and exciting all at once. I’ll need discipline, focus, and self-motivation. But hey, I like a good challenge. 🤷🏾

Also, I get excited about the little things — like buying stationery. It’s silly, maybe, but it brings out that inner child who still dreams big and loves learning. It’s a reminder that no matter how old we get, some joy is timeless.

And here’s a thought I want to share with everyone reading this, no matter your age, race, culture, or religion: life doesn’t always hand you what you want, but it does give you what you need. I almost pursued humanities at a private institution last year. I loved it, I was passionate, but after research, I realized it might not have been the best path to sustainability and stability. God had my back — sometimes, what feels like a setback is actually a divine reroute.

So, here’s to 2026:

• To chasing dreams with eyes wide open and feet on the ground.

• To learning from mistakes without letting them define us.

• To balancing faith, fun, and hustle.

• To the small joys that make life sweeter, even when things get hard.

And if nothing else, here’s the mic-drop moment: we’ve got one life, one shot, and one chance to show ourselves what we’re capable of — so why not make this year count? 🎤✨

Let’s go, 2026. We see you. We’re ready.

© 2025 The Dreamer’s Pause. All rights reserved.

This Is Not a ‘New Year, New Me’ Post

31 December: Between Hope and Reality

Today is the 31st.

The very last day of 2025.

Who knows what happens next?

Maybe God keeps us alive.

Maybe others won’t make it into the new year.

Maybe good things will happen.

Maybe painful things will happen.

Some of us will get accepted into the colleges we prayed for.

Some will finally receive funding or sponsorship.

Some will get married, have children, land a good job, buy a car, or finally have a place to call home.

And for others—it won’t look like that at all.

Some will lose their homes.

Some will still be unemployed.

Some will be turning 40 with no partner, no kids, no clear direction.

Some will feel alone, disconnected from family, friends, or even themselves.

That’s the uncomfortable truth about life:

the new year does not arrive equally for everyone.

And every year—every single year—we hear the same motivational speeches.

“No more borrowing in 2026.”

“No more debt.”

“No more toxic relationships.”

“No more bad boyfriends, bad girlfriends, scandals, drama.”

“I’m marrying rich and right this year.”

We’ve been hearing this since 2019. Some of us since 2015.

Some of us even said these exact words in 2022… and here we are.

Still borrowing.

Still owing.

Still explaining why “this time it’s different.”

It’s almost funny—if it wasn’t so painfully familiar.

Let’s be honest:

most of us didn’t suddenly change because the calendar did.

The date changed. The habits didn’t.

The year upgraded. The behavior stayed on the same version.

That’s why I won’t stand here and give you advice like I figured life out. I don’t know what to tell you that you haven’t already heard from bloggers, podcasters, influencers, pastors, motivational speakers, and that one aunt on WhatsApp.

So I won’t lie to you.

Don’t trust yourself too much.

That’s why we’re told to trust in God and not lean on our own understanding. Because motivation fades. Promises break. Discipline slips.

Faith without action doesn’t move anything.

As for the “power of the tongue”… I’m questioning it.

I’ve noticed how fast negative words seem to come true, while positive ones sometimes feel like they only exist to comfort us mentally. Maybe saying things isn’t enough. Maybe doing matters more than declaring.

So as the new year comes in, reflection should already be done.

If you waited until today—you’re late.

December was for reflection. January is for movement.

Let’s change—but not loudly.

Let’s do better—but not blindly.

Let’s grow—in actions, not just words.

A Personal Note

In 2026, I’m committed to improving my blogging life—expanding it, refining it, and taking it seriously across more social media platforms.

If you’re reading this and you support what I do, please comment.

Even one word. Even a sentence.

I see the views from different countries, but the silence is discouraging.

You can also support me by following or subscribing—there is a follow button on the site. Scroll past the ads and you’ll see it. It’s bright. It says “Followers.”

Faith plus action.

That’s the energy we’re taking into the new year.

Happy New Year in advance.

Let’s hope for better—and do better.

Black Americans, Stop Spreading Ignorance About Nigeria: Trump Isn’t Killing Us, ISIS Is

How One Tweet Exposed the Cruelty of Ignorance Toward Nigeria’s Dead”**

I saw the tweet.

“Trump is killing Black people on Christmas Day.”

And I won’t lie — it made my chest tight.

Not the kind of tightness that passes. The kind that sits there. Burning. Heavy. Personal.

Because while you were typing that sentence — casually, confidently, ignorantly — people in northern Nigeria were hiding, fleeing, mourning, or burying the dead.

And you reduced all of that to a lazy American race slogan.

That is what hurt me.

That is what angered me.

That is what I cannot ignore.

This Is Not Shock. This Is Pattern

I am not surprised.

Because it is always the same pattern on social media — especially Twitter.

Not all Black Americans. I will repeat that clearly.

But the loud ones who refuse to think beyond America.

Every global crisis becomes:

• white vs black

• America vs the world

• racism vs racism

Even when racism is not the central issue.

Nigeria is not your extension of U.S. racial trauma.

Nigeria is not your metaphor.

Nigeria is not your prop.

Nigeria is bleeding.

What Actually Happened — Since Facts Suddenly Matter

In late December 2025, reports confirmed that U.S. forces carried out targeted strikes against ISIS‑linked militants operating in northern Nigeria, following intelligence about extremist camps and planned attacks.

These were not random civilians. These were armed Muslim extremist networks — the same networks that for years have carried out:

• kidnappings of schoolchildren and • families

• public executions

• church burnings

• murder of pastors

• raids on villages

• forced displacement

• ransom videos posted online

Groups aligned with Boko Haram and ISIS ideology have openly filmed themselves:

• holding kidnapped victims

• displaying ransom/stolen money

• celebrating killings

• promising to strike again

This is not rumor.

This is not propaganda.

This is their own footage.

And yet — after all this — some of you saw the word Trump and stopped thinking.

How Did You Make This About Yourself So Fast?

That is the question I cannot shake.

How do you live:

• with clean water

• with safety

• with schools

• with police protection

• with freedom of movement

• with freedom of worship

and still feel entitled to speak over people who don’t?

People in northern Nigeria:

• can’t send their children to school

• can’t go to church safely

• can’t farm without fear

• can’t sleep without listening for gunshots

And you — safe, distant, untouched — tweet as if you are the authority.

That is not activism.

That is privileged noise mixed with illogical sense.

Calling It “Christian Genocide Propaganda” Is a Pathetic excuse of a Human 

Let me say this plainly, because it needs to be said:

If you have watched:

• raw videos of kidnappings

• churches destroyed

• families executed

• pastors killed

• Muslim terrorists chanting "Allah Akubar" slogans while shooting

and you still say “this is propaganda” —

then something is deeply wrong with you.

This violence is not staged dear. This suffering is not exaggerated. And dismissing it because it doesn’t fit your narrative is cruel.

Shame on you!

And Yes — African Leadership Has Failed Too

Nigeria’s leadership has failed its people. African leaders have been quiet. Regional solidarity has been weak.

That truth does not cancel the other truth: When help comes — even imperfect help — people who are desperate will cling to it.

You don’t get to judge that desperation from a place of comfort.

What Hurt Me Most

What hurt me most was not the tweet itself.

It was the ease with which suffering was dismissed. The confidence of ignorance. The refusal to listen to Nigerians. The audacity to speak louder than those living it.

And no — I will not wish Nigeria’s reality on you. I am not that cruel.

But I will say this:

If you cannot research, if you cannot listen, if you cannot pause before outraging —

then sometimes silence is the most ethical option.

This Is a Pause — Not a Plea

This is not me begging you to agree. This is me demanding that you think.

Nigeria is not your culture war. Nigeria is not your Twitter battlefield. Nigeria is a country of real people who deserve to be seen as more than a slogan.

Pause.

Think.

Research.

Then speak.

— The girl behind The Dreamer’s Pause ⏯️

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