Depressed

It's not weired, most of us are feeling the same nowadays. My only hope of living is Rozana, her improvements in talking are funny and bring us a fade smile. She is happy these days because doesn't understand what's happening around. She is happy because is living under protection of her beloved ones, because can say anything she wishes, can do anything she wants, has freedom, has honor ... . she is happy because is not DISCONNECTED like most of other people who can't use Internet or SMS or even reading their desired newspaper. She is not afraid of writing new posts in her weblog, she is not afraid of talking to those people around who doubt which party they fall in or she is not angry of every night parasite on satellite waves. She should be happy now, but I'm ashamed that I can't guarantee her future happiness because can't change anything now. . . . She will be grown and understand what's happening, where's she living and what SHOULD we pretend to do in order of being alive here and then maybe she will cry out of living in this situation and that day is my last day , because I'm guilty of being silent NOW. God bless all innocent people who died in recent Tehran streets rows.