On November 6th, 2022, at 8 o'clock in the morning, the bright sunlight penetrated through the thin window screens and sprinkled on my face, which was still sleeping in the warm quilt. Zhong rubbed his eyes, broke free from the quilt, got out of bed, waited until nine o’clock to wash everything, drank milk and ate soft bread with sugary hearts, swiped my phone to read the daily news, and my fingers stayed on Iran’s “Moral Police."  I briefly checked the line about beating girls to death on the street. Right here---add a line about whet you just read., 

The specific details are about the morality police who were arrested by the morality police of Internet celebrity 16-year-old girl Sarina Esmailzadeh and 17-year-old girl Nika snakrami's resistance tSnakrami hijab law.  resulting in them being beaten to death.  I feel very sad for them when I see this place. I live in a country where women don’t need to cover their heads and faces. They can go out freely every day. They can walk on the street with beautiful makeup and beautiful skirts. There will be no police coming to arrest me, only eyes full of admiration will look at me. This thought made me feel disgusted again with the country where men think they are noble.

I stopped the food I was eating, and glanced indifferently at the arrogant faces of the police, but underneath were written women who had been bullied.  This incident resulted in the arrest of 14,000 people and hundreds of casualties.  They are fighting for their own interests, fighting for women's freedom for themselves and the future. They don't want to spend their whole life in shackles. They exchanged their blood and lives for the abolition of the moral police.  I admire their bravery, and I sincerely hope that they can live more comfortably, because it is difficult for me to rush to the first person with the courage to do risky things regardless of the danger of life, but I will always support them in choosing to resist. Each of them is worthy of admiration.  I know there are many other countries where women face low status. They may also choose to fight when they see the news, because not fighting means not being heard, not being heard means not changing, and not changing means they can only continue to work hard.

On the afternoon of December 4th, 2022, I was sitting in a coffee shop eating a pastry, sliding my white fingers on the screen of my mobile phone, just in time to see the results of Iranian women's short and gorgeous flowering period. Iran announced the abolition of the morality police, but only abolished the morality police and did not allow the ban on women's headscarves. It can only show that the status of women is still low and that they still need to work hard to fight. This also reminds me of China. From ancient times to the present, men have always believed that men are the pinnacle of power. They are superior, and they think that women are just playthings attached to men, trophies worthy of their showing off, and weak people who can never compare with men. And in the long river of history, they strive to shine tiny fluorescent lights, letting people know the extraordinariness of women. They can also go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, they can also stand in court to debate the government; they can also sacrifice their lives for the country, and their achievements are no worse than those of men.

However, under the stereotype, until now, in the era of the rise of women, there were still countless patriarchal families. They think that it is useless for girls to study and want them to grow up and marry early to benefit their younger brothers. My grandfather is one of them. In the early years, he didn't give me any good looks since he was a child, but he smiled at my aunt's son and would give him everything. He thought that the girl's family was useless and had no achievements. I persuaded my father to marry me as soon as possible, but fortunately, my father and I went abroad very early, and our relationship is considered very good. Our relationship has not deteriorated because of the patriarchal grandfather, and we can be happy and at ease. I have not been unfairly treated or restrained, but I also know that not all girls are as lucky as me. They don’t have a relative who can resist them, and even that relative will insult them along with the perpetrator. It is the shackles that can destroy the life of ordinary girls.

In fact, I still clearly remember being scolded by my grandfather for being useless, and then I went home angrily and told my father about my dissatisfaction with my grandfather.  "Is it hard to hear what Grandpa said?"

 "It's sad, but it's okay if I don't get in touch with him often." Although I was still immature, I frowned, but I also comforted my father.

 "Don't care about what grandpa said, he is an inherent thinker of the older generation, and there is no way to straighten it out, but dad will always value you." The father just smiled helplessly and continued to dote on him.

 "But why must women be looked down upon and considered useless?" I looked up at my father, puzzled.

 "Because women's strength is very weak, they used to rely on men to survive, so many people look down on them now." My father patiently squatted down his tall body and explained to me.

 "I will work hard in the future! "Don't let people look down on me." When I was young, I had a firm idea.

 "Okay, come on, baby," my father encouraged me with his admiring eyes.

When I was still thinking about the conversation with my father, a cold palm covered my eyes, and the voice of a delicate girl came out of my ears; "Hey! Shiqing Shiqing! What a coincidence, do you want to go shopping together?  Yeah" I looked up at the girl in a delicate dress with a bright smile in front of me, I was full of thoughts, I didn't know where I had already drifted away, until the girl grabbed my sleeve and shook it vigorously, I came back to my senses, grabbed her with my backhand and said yes  . I went shopping with her for a long time, and we separated after seeing the weather forecast that it was going to rain. I took out my umbrella from my bag, ready to prevent raindrops from falling at any time. I sat on a chair next to a fountain by the side of the square and took out my mobile phone.  I wanted to take a taxi home, but when I turned my eyes to a corner, I found an Islamic woman curled up under a dirty cotton cloth with her arms folded. Her exposed skin faintly revealed the traces of being beaten. People can't help but feel pity when they look at it, and I am no exception. I stuffed the taxi and all the expenses I had on me into her hand, took out an unopened candy from my pocket, and put it away. I stood beside her and stood up straight, but a trace of coldness brushed my face. When I looked up, the rain fell from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, like a crystal clear beaded curtain.  I wiped off the rain marks on my face, opened my umbrella, and walked home slowly...

Under the cloudy weather, the whole street looked dark, and dense raindrops fell on my umbrella and then slid into the ditch water. I looked up at the huge screen in front of me. There was the Iranian president, who was talking eloquently without covering his face on the screen. However, in my mind, I saw two sections that were clearly separated. A glamorous male stood in front. It seemed that no one could pose any threat to them. Behind him was a gray and silent woman lying on the ground, beaten all over her body. The traces of the past, but still holding the banner of wanting to resist.  My heart is indescribable at this moment, but I understand that this is definitely not a minority.

At 7:25 in the evening, I returned home with humid air, took a shower, and laid on the bed, absent-mindedly watching the video on my mobile phone, but my heart was feeling sorry for that curled up Islamic girl, who I grew up with. I have strong emotional abilities, but at that moment, I had no better way to help her. I could only do my best to give her some chance of survival. I hope she can settle down soon, and I also hope that the girls in Iran will resist. Successful days can also be better.  I can sympathize with women's hardships, efforts, and struggles at all costs, so I am patient and gentle with every girl. When I meet some girls who have knots in their hearts, I will take the initiative to untie them, and I don't want them to be affected by the original. Influenced by the family, I don't want them to curl up in a corner and live in obscurity for a lifetime. I want to see them soaring freely, seeing their dreams come true, and embracing a new life with my love.