My generation came to know itself with the Iranian revolution in 1979 and began its life. For us the revolution was like a candle amid wild winds which survived till today through our sacrifices. But as we grow older, the light from this candle goes pale. It didn’t light the path as we assumed it would in our younger days and it wasn’t worth all the sacrifices we made. A flame that was kept safe from distant winds is now being blown out by the breezes of opportunists from amongst its own people.