The Zhina Revolution was the outbreak of a flame that showed the people's long-standing condemnation of the Iranian akhund's dictatorial regime to the entire world.

 

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The Zhina Revolution was the outbreak of a flame that showed the people's long-standing condemnation of the Iranian mullahs dictatorial regime to the entire world. 

The Zhina Revolution clearly showed how strong the youth and women are and how they can break the shaky positions and knees of the Iranian government.

The Zhina Revolution proved the fearlessness and courage of the people and showed that we must not remain silent against the invaders and oppressors and must not accept dictatorship from anyone.

Oppression is oppression and accepting oppression from any oppressor is helping and allowing slavery. Freedom-loving people must not accept oppression from anyone and allow the oppressor to subjugate our future generation.

Rest assured that every bloodthirsty tyrant and every corrupt and arrogant dictator will be uprooted at the hands of freedom fighters and will be humiliated before power.

For Zhina Amini

On a calendar day like today, but wet for history.

Zhina was a nun without a veil, but she turned her hair into a flag for us

They lit candles of love on the roofs of every house in Saqiz!

Now my whole country is there like poetry all over black and

Books are black bowling alleys and music is a funeral there!

Zhina Amini did not want the veil to be a shroud

He didn't let the sun shine on the clothes and the clothes

Bury Sarumli in it like a cloth grave!

In Tehran, Khayam Kafri's wind is red and under the veil

Fear and hiding there in a coat of darkness!

Now there are no eyes to see and no sky to fly

There are no colors to distinguish, only the color of tar!

Zhina's blood is red like the blood of the pomegranate trees of Hawramabad

The bones are light and in front of the lights on the snow

He stands in Saqz and waits with a bouquet of flowers in his hand

To sprinkle each of these flowers of immortality on them.

Every year in memory of your immortality

All our beautiful poems

All our lofty hymns gave themselves to the moonlight

They hang all the bells around the neck of this history

They shake it and the cleverness of words makes it a night of cleverness

The light and the reflection of the fragrance and the vase of the sound of life there!

On a calendar day like today, but heartbroken for history.

Pomegranate flower embraced history.

Snow and blood together in Tehran!

Finally, the pomegranate tree came back to life

Shakhtay Saqiz named it his tree

Martyr Zhina Kurdistan of all!