Musings of a former chicken

Ever since seizing power thirty two years ago, IRR, the Islamist Rapist Republic, has tried to do away with the Iranian customs celebrating different occasions. And they've tried to replace them with their own dogma’s occasions of marking mourning and grieving, all to no avail.

Failing to do so, they have even tried to change the names of the offending Persian celebrations, to no avail as well.  

The Wednesday Feast, the traditional Zoroastrian era celebration held on the last Tuesday night of the year marking the arrival of the spring is right around the corner.

To the chagrin of the Islamist Rapists who despise the “hedonistic” custom, this year, perhaps even more than years before, Chārshambe-Sūri, the Wednesday Feast, aka the Feast of Fire, promises to be an eventful one.

The enslaved Iranians get to practice their ancient happy rites, have some fun for a change and and  at the same time with the added bonus of thumbing their collective noses at their Islamist Rapist tyrants.

Lets wish them a long night of safe and joyous celebration, complete with lots of humongous firecrackers, ghashogh-zani (banging on pots with spoons) and bonfires.