Tehran – In an era when the sounds of explosions caused by the invasion of the Zionist regime were heard in some cities in Iran, not only the Iranian soil but also the heart of Iran is united, so the difficulties and pain of the Zionist regime can emerge, as well as the blatant aggression and pain towards the Iranian soil, as well as the salience of humanity from national solidarity.
According to the IRNA, recent stories are people’s stories, stories of arms that have been opened without hesitation, and tables that have spread out from the heart. A story of Iran’s connections between the north, south, east and west. Following every attack, the unity of people of different dialects that have become a single voice throughout history. Everyone knows that the conditions are not normal. However, they decided to show the most normal behavior in the most unusual situations. It’s as if Iranian society suddenly became a united body with its livelihood. Shopkeepers, doctors, teachers, students, housewives, find all the roles, no one is in the audience.
In situations where the enemy was searching for division and fear, people moved the frontline from the military front to the field of humanity with action. There’s action, not slogans. A shared bread, an open door to the house, and a heart full of love, hope and empathy that stood together without borders.
From the first day of the invasion, gardeners and farmers acted swiftly in the northern regions of Iran, particularly in Gilan and Mazandaran.
An old man in the village of Babor County said, “Today, my home is the home of all the people of Iran, and it is not just mine.”
In Mazandaran, according to official reports, around 20 ecotourism resorts were prepared to accommodate their fellow countrymen without expectation. The owners of these accommodation centers said, “We had always had tourists. Now our fellow countrymen are in trouble. As long as we live, our doors are open.”
Furthermore, in the green villages of Mazandaran and Gilan, a country house with a large courtyard became an emergency shelter. Families did not hesitate to see tourists or displaced people stuck in sensitive areas. They later handed the keys of their home to strangers who were familiar to them.
With Rush, Sari, Golgan and Amol, the gardeners opened the doors and carpeted the land to share the house. In central Iranian cities, ecolodges, which normally host tourists, from Yazd to Arak and Isfahan, have become shelter for fellow people from the south or west of the country to escape violence and take their children and wives safely.
Iranian Red Crescent Association (IRCS), Basij and local associations also quickly entered the field. In some small towns, volunteers collected items such as drinking water, canned food, sanitary products and distributed them directly to the evacuated.
In many of these areas, local groups worked with charities and public agencies to distribute forms among residents, quickly identify housing capabilities and introduce people in need.
In some locations, local councils took initiative and distributed form among families, allowing them to quickly connect families with housing capabilities and families in need of shelter. Even in Tehran, in all complexity, the platform was launched in cyberspace, with people unveiling their home addresses and reception capabilities.
People shopped carefully in stores, supermarkets and bakeries. Everyone understood that excessive shopping meant empty shelves for someone else.
At Tabriz, the vendor writes in the window:
At Shiraz, a group of people drove vans to the outskirts of the city to deliver basic goods. Their goal was clear: “Do not leave a house without bread.” In these actions, collective rationality revealed itself: to buy moderately and combined with a sense of social justice.
The gathering also took on a new meaning. The meeting was a simple but powerful event. In cities like Mashhad and QOM, some people gathered their homes for conversation and hearing news, embracing a different atmosphere than the presence of guests from other cities.
Hot bread and brewed tea created a friendship that even a bomb could not destroy. On the night the sounds of planes filled my ears, the reciting of prayer tweets, the sounds of the Quran, and the poems of children calmed the atmosphere.
These gatherings not only provided psychologically soothing for the host, but also provided a space for social empathy. People from different generations, classes and cities sat together, distanced themselves from “anger and anxiety” and walked towards “hope and unity.”
This descriptive report draws a vivid picture of a vibrant community in the hope that a more peaceful tomorrow will be embedded in such a spirit, regardless of the difference.