My hands won’t stop shaking. When the first bombs dropped, we were happy. We didn’t want this regime. We didn’t choose it. After 47 years we thought it was finally reaching its end.
On February 28, they announced Ali Khamenei had been killed. We rushed to the streets – I had tears in my eyes. We chanted Marg bar Khamenei (death to Khamenei). It was like the 1998 World Cup when Iran beat America. A woman in a hijab approached my mother and said it was disrespectful to celebrate someone’s death. My mother said, “shut up, your time has passed”.
The Economist