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In the Name of God, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate

Oh Almighty God, please, we beg you to send us our Guardian- who You
have promised us- soon and appoint us as His close companions.

During the era that nobility was a prestige and living in a city was
perfection, I was born in a poor family in a remote village of
Garmsar-approximately 90 kilometer east of Tehran. I was born fifteen
years after Iran was invaded by foreign forces- in August of 1940- and
the time that another puppet, named mohammad Reza – the son of Reza
Mirpange- was set as a monarch in Iran. Since the extinct shah
-Mohammad Reza- was supposed to take and enter Iran into western
civilization slavishly, so many schemes were implemented that Iran
becomes another market for the western ceremonial goods without any
progress in the scientific field. Our Islamic culture would not allow
such an infestation, and this was an impediment in front of shah and
his foreign masters’ way. Thus, they decided to make this noble and
tenacious culture weak gradually that Iran be attached strongly to the
west as far as its economy, politics, and culture was concern. After
the implementation of this policy and the unreal and outward of
upswing, the villagers began to rush to the cities. Upon the
enforcement of the land reform, the status of the villages became worst
than the past and villagers for earning some breadcrumbs, they were
deceived by the dazzling look and the misleading features of the cities
and became suburban and lived in ghettos.
My family was also suffered in the village as others. After my birth
-the fourth one in the family- my family was under more pressures …

Written by Mahmood Ahmadinejad at 04:12