Every year on this day, (which happens to be my birthday), I ask my self this question. I go through all the What ifs and ponder, what would it would have been right now, or as an Astrologer, dreaming as I do, think of another timeline, where Iranians are living a different world.
My fantasy takes me to another world, where suddenly the Shahanshah of Iran decides, along with with my father, who decided to leave Iran, for medical reasons, in November 1978, to come clean about his health to the nation of Iran. The Shahanshah goes on TV, and declares that he is terminally ill.
Suddenly the fanfare that was surrounding the old man in Paris, dies. The news is all about the poor old Shanshah of Iran, and how little time he has left to live. The people of Iran begin their mourning very early. Every day the people greet the Shah crying, and he feels as if he is not able to meet their standards of leadership.
He worries about who will lead Iran, and what will happen to Iran. There is his son, but he is too young, and he reflects on this over and over again. He feels so bad that he has not prepared his country for this situation. But at least the people are thinking about a big change.
Eventually the Shah dies, and the Crown Prince resumes the cultural duties of the Royal Institution. A new Prime Minister is elected and Iran continues to grow at an unbelievable clip. There is a new economic engine in the world in Western Asia, that is compared to those a long time ago in East Asia.
Wake up Ali.
Shit.
