Iran, a land where curls and strands provoke repression faster than tanks. A place where girls like Ahoo Daryaei, who reject the hijab and everything else, become symbols of freedom and collective pain.
Ahoo undressed, not because she was sick, but because she was too healthy for a world that was suffocating her.
She removed her hijab, layer by layer, until she stood bare before repression, before cameras, before her own fears.
And the regime?
The regime called her crazy. Because, to them, a woman who says “enough” can only be “ill.”
That’s how they see it. Some not long ago, even here, saw it the same way. Some still do today.
They say she was taken to a psychiatric institution because she needed “treatment.”
Treatment for what? For freedom? For defiance?
For showing the world that a woman can stand against an entire regime, smiling and determined?
Their narrative is clear: if you fight oppression, you’re the problem. If you remove your hijab, you’re not brave—you’re a diagnosis.
Azam Jangravi, another woman who fled Iran’s nightmare, tells the same story.
She says the regime uses family and pressure to declare women insane. It’s easier that way.
Mahsa Amini wasn’t crazy. She was an ordinary girl who didn’t “properly” wear her hijab.
They killed her for it. And now what? Over 500 dead in protests, women still rising, still saying “no.”
So, Iran, what will you do with all these women who refuse to be crazy? With all these free spirits?
Reforming Women: The New Sport of Tyranny
Ahoo is now at home. They returned her to her family because they didn’t know what else to do with her. A regime that thinks it can “reform” women into obedient machines has no idea what to do when a woman dares to be just that—a woman.
This is their greatest weakness. Their worst fear. They know that a regime that keeps killing women will eventually rally men against it too. And then, it ceases to exist.
I look at Ahoo and wonder—where is she today?
Is she broken or stronger than ever? In her apartment or in some dark cell?
Has she, like so many other women, become a forgotten footnote in history?
Or are we, perhaps, simply waiting for her? For her words, her steps, her great return.
Oh, Iran, you cannot reform women.
They reform you.
And the world knows it. Sees it. Respects it.
Respect for Ahoo, as vast as Persia itself.
Emina Zanki | poskok.info