Artist: Behnam Mohammadi
By Kayhan Life Staff
In the latest episode of the Islamic Republic’s long-running political drama, the supreme cleric marches resolutely toward the void — cane in hand, finger raised skyward — as if divine guidance might double as a parachute, while Europe’s weary diplomats struggle to steady the trembling board of diplomacy beneath him.
While Europe pleads for dialogue, the regime’s factions remain absorbed in their favorite pastime: arguing over whether to surrender gracefully or go down gloriously.
One camp whispers about diplomacy — perhaps even another “grand bargain” with the West. The other, cloaked in revolutionary nostalgia, dreams of building the bomb. The clerical leadership calls this strategic autonomy. The Iranian people call it hardship, poverty, and empty refrigerators.
The EU, ever hopeful, clings to the edge — balancing principle, patience, and a healthy fear of falling. The Ayatollah, meanwhile, marches onward, certain that the laws of diplomacy do not apply to those chosen by divine right.
For the 86 million Iranians watching from below, it feels less like an act of faith — and more like a test of gravity.
