As I walked through the snow, lost in thoughts of my people’s suffering, I stumbled upon statues of elders, frozen under layers of white. In Persian literature, winter symbolizes hardship and the absence of freedom; a time when voices are silenced and hopes buried beneath the cold. Standing before these silent figures, I felt an eerie quietness, as if they shared our collective sorrow. Their frozen forms seemed grief-stricken, mirroring the speechless helplessness of those enduring under the weight of oppression.