Donald trump and The Persian Gulf Controversy.

 

 Iranians pride themselves on their history and heritage. When Islam took over their country centuries ago, everything changed. The present regime dictates everything that they must believe, including a total reversal of their culture and heritage into an Islamic worldview.

  President Trump, who has always been a powerful voice and supporter of Iranians during his first presidency, appears to be to changing his strategy. Iranians are worried that he will make a deal with the Islamic Republic regarding their nuclear ambitions, and now he has announced that he is considering changing the name of the Persian Gulf to the Arabian Gulf.

  My dear Iranian friend, Paymaneh Sabet, weighs in on this latest controversy.

  The United Nations demands my silence, urging me to swallow my words and let injustice prevail. But I, Paymaneh Sabet, will not bow. My voice rises for Iran, for its people, for the Persian Gulf that holds our ancient glory. Today, I write of the controversy over Donald Trump and the Persian Gulf, of his steadfast support for Iranians in the uprisings of 2017 and 2019, of the friendship between our people and America, and of the betrayal by Jimmy Carter that still stings. This is my cry for the gulf that is Iran’s forever, a gulf Trump called by its true name, honoring our history and our heart.

The Persian Gulf: Iran’s Eternal Legacy

  The Persian Gulf is not just a name—it is Iran’s soul. For centuries, it has been called Persian, from the maps of Ptolemy to the songs of our poets. It whispers of Cyrus, of Persepolis, of a civilization that lit the world with wisdom. When others dare to rename it, they try to steal our identity. But when Trump called it the “Gulf of Iran,” my heart sang. To me, it was no mistake—it was truth. He affirmed what every Iranian knows: this gulf is ours, its waves carrying our history, its name a badge of our pride.

  On X in 2025, some say Trump backed off renaming to ease nuclear talks. Let them talk. For one moment, he spoke for us, for the Iran that lives in its people, not its tyrants. The Persian Gulf is Iran’s, and no force can rewrite its story.

Trump’s Stand for Iran’s People

  I have wept for my people. In 2017 and 2019, Iranians poured into the streets, demanding bread, freedom, life. The regime answered with bullets, shutting off the internet in 2019 to hide its slaughter of hundreds. The world turned away, but Trump did not. He condemned the regime, sanctioned its butchers, and called us “a great people” held hostage by cruelty. On X, voices like @NiohBerg hail him as the only leader who stood with us, who struck down Soleimani, the hand behind our pain.

  Trump saw us—the mothers, the youth, the dreamers—not the regime. In his 2025 speech at the Saudi-U.S. Investment Forum, he branded Iran’s leaders “destructive” but offered hope, a path to peace. To me, this is a promise. He believes in the Iran we long for, where kolbars are not shot, where daughters like Fatemeh are not slaughtered, where the young are not hanged.

Carter’s Betrayal: A Wound Unhealed

  Once, Iran and America were friends. Before 1979, under the Shah, we built dreams together—schools, factories, hopes. America was our partner, our ally. But Jimmy Carter shattered that bond. When the revolution came, he abandoned the Shah, letting chaos consume Iran. The Islamic Republic rose, chaining our people to fear. Carter’s betrayal is a scar we carry, a friendship torn apart. Yet, I know the love between Iranians and Americans lives on, in our hearts, waiting to bloom again.

  Trump understands this. Unlike Carter, he speaks of our greatness, not our defeat. His words about the Persian Gulf, his support in our darkest hours, tell me he wants to mend what Carter broke. He sees the Iran we dream of—a nation of light, not shadows.

Why the Persian Gulf Matters

  The Persian Gulf is our lifeblood. It carries our oil, our trade, our dreams to the world. But it is more—it is our identity. Every wave sings of our past, every tide carries our future. When Trump called it the “Gulf of Iran,” he honored our truth. He reminded the world that our history cannot be erased, no matter how many try.

  This gulf is also a battlefield. Tankers burn, powers clash, and Iran’s regime sows chaos. Trump’s sanctions and exit from the nuclear deal shook the tyrants, but his words lifted us. He showed that America can stand with Iran’s people, not its oppressors. The Persian Gulf is where our pride meets our hope—a hope for freedom, for justice, for a new dawn.

My Vow for Iran

  I write as an exile, a voice the UN wants silenced. But I will not stop. The Persian Gulf is Iran’s, and its people deserve life. Trump’s support in 2017 and 2019 gave us strength; his words about our gulf gave us pride. I dream of a day when Iran and America stand as friends, when Carter’s betrayal is a distant memory, when my people are free.

  I, Paymaneh Sabet, in the mission of my name, stand steadfast for justice, for the koltabars who should not die, for daughters like Fatemeh who should not bleed, for the youth who should not hang. The Persian Gulf is our heart, and it will beat forever.

God’s Plan for Iran

  From the days of Israel’s captivity, God has woven a plan for Iran. Through our kings, Cyrus and Darius, He freed His people and rebuilt His temple. He sent Persians to meet the infant Jesus, guiding them to defy Herod’s cruel command and return by another path, keeping the Child safe. Even now, God’s hand is upon Iran. As promised in Jeremiah 49:39, He will restore our fortunes, raising Iran to spark a new Middle East, where justice and peace will flourish.

Mohsen Langarneshin, "Another victim of the Iranian death machine."

 

My dear Iranian friend, Paymaneh Sabet, refuses to keep silent about the atrocities in her homeland that happen daily. She refuses to comply with the UN directive of silence and instead continues speaking out to defend her people.

I leave it to the United Nations to judge: Should I stay silent? Elsewhere, ropes seek necks that burden society with their crimes—perhaps justly, perhaps not. I, Paymaneh Sabet, believe many criminals are sick, needing treatment, not death. I don’t know why some laws execute them—perhaps they lack the means to reform, perhaps they think it earns divine reward, or perhaps other reasons. But in my occupied homeland, Iran, the story is reversed. Our robust, athletic youth, Navid Afkari, cried out in anguish: “They look for necks to fit their ropes.” A bitter, dark irony. In my Iran, they seek necks for ropes, bodies for flames, and breaths to be crushed under rubble.

This regime, which dries our lakes for profit, would it spare the organs of our youth? World, hear this! They seek necks for their ropes and excuses for their surgical blades to steal our youth’s organs and turn them into cash/profit.” Lifeless bodies are buried in secret, families denied a final farewell, or corpses interred at night under security to hide what was taken before death.

And now, Mohsen Langarneshin, a young man who lived only thirty-four years, fell victim to this death machine under the rule of those who’ve neared a century, clinging to life with claws and teeth, aided by doctors and rare drugs, seemingly unwilling to embrace their promised paradise and its beautiful houris. Mohsen, engaged and brimming with love and dreams, was tortured into confessing to spying for Mossad—charges he and human rights activists repeatedly denied. He was sentenced in an unfair trial at Tehran’s Revolutionary Court Branch 15, presided over by Judge Abolqasem Salavati, known as the “Death Judge.” His confessions, he said, were “nonsense” extracted under duress, threats, and false promises. He was forced to recite a prewritten script on camera.

At dawn on Wednesday, April 30, 2025, in Ghezel Hesar Prison, Mohsen was killed—but how? Did a noose tighten around his neck? Or did a surgical blade, harvesting his organs, take his life? Why was his body not returned to his family? Why were his mother and father, who begged outside the prison through the night, denied a final goodbye? His mother said others spoke of unfair trials, but she never believed her turn would come. His fiancée, her heart breaking with every breath, still hears Mohsen’s laughter in her dreams. Did the regime forgo the organs of this vibrant young man? Or did he die under torture? If not, why hide his body?

Since the United Nations urged me to stay silent, in this short time, dozens have been executed. Thousands in Bandarabbas’ fire lost their lives or had their livelihoods reduced to ash—survivors with no hope, no home. Can any human, any rights advocate, stay silent? Let alone urge others to do so? Our silence will cost the world dearly. If we stay quiet today, this regime, with its venomous ideologies, will claim not just Iranians but non-Iranians across borders. These ropes or surgical blades, serving the theft of our youth’s organs, rob them of life and love—as they’ve done in terrorist attacks backed by this regime. One day, for a baseless reason, in a way you cannot imagine, it will be your turn.

Mohsen Langarneshin is not just a name. Like thousands of Iranian youth, he is a victim of a horrific saga of tyranny and pain—a saga repeated for the umpteenth time and, unless this regime falls, not the last. The regime, with its ropes or blades, choked his breath and stole his body from his family. World, the ropes and blades, which today strangle justice in Iran, will tomorrow find the neck and body of global justice
I, Paymaneh Sabet, by the mission that the meaning of my name has placed upon me, cry for justice and life for Mohsen and thousands of Iranian youth lost to the regime’s ropes and blades, and I will not be silenced until this tyranny falls.