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The Day I Stopped Being Afraid
The Day I Stopped Being Afraid BY: Khan Fear had been my quiet shadow for as long as I could remember. It followed me into every room, every decision, every dream I almost dared to chase. Most people couldn’t see it, but I felt it constantly—like a whisper in my ear reminding me that I wasn’t brave enough, smart enough, or strong enough. For years, I listened to that whisper. I avoided risks. I stayed silent when I had something important to say. I chose comfort over opportunity. Whenever life presented a door, fear convinced me not to open it. “What if you fail?” it would ask. And that question alone was enough to stop me. One rainy afternoon, I was sitting by the window of a small café, watching people hurry through the streets. Some were laughing, some were arguing, and some simply walked with purpose. They all seemed so certain about where they were going. I wondered what that felt like. My coffee had gone cold, but I hadn’t noticed. My mind was busy replaying every opportunity I had let slip away. The job interview I never attended. The conversation I was too nervous to start. The dream I quietly buried because I thought it was unrealistic. It suddenly hit me that fear had stolen more from me than failure ever could. That realization felt heavier than anything I had experienced before. At that moment, something inside me shifted. I realized that the real danger in life wasn’t failing—it was never trying at all. Later that evening, I walked home through streets that looked different somehow, even though nothing had changed. The same buildings stood tall, the same cars rushed by, and the same cold wind brushed against my face. But inside me, something was different. For the first time, I asked myself a question I had never dared to consider before: “What if I’m stronger than my fear?” The thought was strange but powerful. The next morning, I did something small but terrifying—I spoke up during a meeting at work. Normally, I would have stayed quiet, letting others lead the conversation. But this time, my voice rose before my fear could stop it. My hands trembled slightly, and my heart raced. But I spoke anyway. To my surprise, people listened. No one laughed. No one dismissed me. In fact, a few of them nodded in agreement. It was a simple moment, but it felt like climbing a mountain. That day became a turning point. I began doing small things that once scared me—sharing my ideas, trying new experiences, and stepping outside the safe routines that had defined my life for so long. Each step felt uncomfortable at first, like learning how to walk again after years of standing still. But with every step, fear grew quieter. I realized something important during that time: fear doesn’t disappear overnight. It lingers, waiting for you to retreat back into safety. But courage isn’t the absence of fear. Courage is choosing to move forward despite it. Weeks passed, and life slowly opened in ways I hadn’t expected. Opportunities that once felt impossible started to appear. Conversations became easier. Decisions became clearer. The world hadn’t suddenly become less frightening. I had simply stopped letting fear control me. One evening, while walking home under a sky painted with shades of orange and purple, I paused and looked around. The city lights flickered to life, and people continued their endless journeys through the streets. For the first time, I didn’t feel like a spectator in my own life. I felt like a participant. That was the day I truly understood something powerful: Fear had never been the enemy. The real enemy was the belief that fear should decide my path. And the day I stopped letting it make my choices was the day my life finally began. Since then, fear still visits me from time to time. It still whispers its familiar warnings. But now, I answer back. I remind it that I’ve already faced it once before. And I survived. Because the truth is simple: The day I stopped being afraid wasn’t the day fear disappeared. It was the day I realized I was bigger than it.
By Khan 8 months ago in Chapters
I Never Meant to Fall for You
I Never Meant to Fall for You BY: Ubaid I never meant to fall for you. That was the plan from the very beginning. When we first met, you were just another person passing through my life. It was a rainy afternoon at the small coffee shop near my office. I had stopped there only to escape the storm, hoping for a quiet corner where I could finish some work. You walked in a few minutes later, shaking the rain from your jacket and smiling at the barista like you had known her for years. There was something strangely warm about that smile—something that made the gray afternoon feel a little brighter. But I didn’t think much about it. You noticed the empty chair across from me and asked politely, “Is this seat taken?” I shook my head. “No, go ahead.” That was supposed to be the end of it. Two strangers sharing a table because the café was crowded. Nothing more. But somehow, conversations have a way of starting when you least expect them. It began with small talk. The weather. The long lines at the coffee counter. Complaints about traffic. The usual things strangers say to pass the time. Yet the minutes kept turning into hours. You had this way of listening—really listening. Not the kind where someone waits for their turn to talk, but the kind where they truly care about what you're saying. I realized I was telling you things I rarely shared with anyone. About my dreams that felt too big. About the mistakes I wished I could erase. About the quiet fear of not knowing where life was heading. And you didn’t judge me. You just nodded, occasionally smiling, occasionally offering a thought that felt surprisingly honest. When the rain finally stopped, we both looked outside like people waking from a dream. “Well,” you said softly, “I guess the storm’s over.” I smiled. “Yeah… I guess it is.” We walked out together, said goodbye, and went our separate ways. At least that’s what should have happened. But life, as I later learned, has a strange sense of humor. A few days later, I saw you again. This time at the bookstore down the street. You were standing in the same aisle I loved most—the one filled with old novels and forgotten stories. You looked just as surprised as I felt. “Rainy day friend,” you said with a laugh. From that moment on, it felt like the universe kept placing us in the same spaces. Coffee shops. Bookstores. Parks. Even the subway once. Eventually, those coincidences turned into plans. We started meeting on purpose. At first, I told myself it was just friendship. You were easy to talk to, easy to laugh with. Being around you felt comfortable in a way that didn’t require effort. But feelings are quiet things. They grow slowly, like a seed you don’t even realize has been planted. I noticed the little things first. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about your favorite movies. The way you always remembered small details about my life. The way silence between us never felt awkward. One night, we were sitting by the river, watching the city lights ripple across the water. You were telling a story, something funny about your childhood, but I wasn’t really listening anymore. I was watching you. And that was the moment it hit me. A quiet, undeniable realization. I had fallen for you. It wasn’t dramatic. No fireworks. No sudden rush of music like in the movies. Just a simple thought that settled gently in my chest. This person matters more than they should. And that terrified me. Because I never meant for it to happen. I had built my life carefully, protecting my heart from the kind of vulnerability that love demands. Falling for someone meant risking everything—your peace, your certainty, even your sense of control. But feelings don’t ask permission. They arrive quietly, take root, and grow. One evening, as we were walking home, you suddenly stopped. “Can I ask you something?” you said. “Sure.” You looked at me with an expression I had never seen before—serious, almost nervous. “Do you ever feel like some people come into your life for a reason?” I laughed softly. “That sounds like something from a movie.” “Maybe,” you said. “But I think it’s true.” There was a pause between us, filled with unspoken words. And then you said it. “Meeting you… it changed something in me.” My heart skipped. Because I knew exactly what you meant. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Finally, I smiled and said the only honest thing I could. “I never meant to fall for you.” You smiled back, the same warm smile from that rainy afternoon. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Me neither.” But somehow, it was the best mistake we had ever made.
By Ubaid 8 months ago in Chapters
The Love I Had to Leave Behind
I never imagined that loving someone could feel so right and yet be so impossible at the same time. BY: Ubaid When I first met Daniel, life felt simple. It was a rainy afternoon in a small café where the windows were fogged with steam and the smell of coffee filled the air. I had gone there to escape the chaos of my day, but instead, I found something I never expected—him. Daniel was sitting at the table beside mine, quietly reading a book. At some point, our eyes met, and he smiled in a way that felt warm and genuine, like we had already known each other for years. That was how it started. Our conversations began with small things—books, music, and the strange weather that never seemed to make up its mind. But slowly, those conversations turned into something deeper. We talked about dreams, fears, and the kind of future we both hoped to build one day. For the first time in my life, I felt understood. Daniel had a calmness about him that made the world feel less heavy. When I was with him, everything made sense. My worries faded, and the constant noise in my mind finally went quiet. Weeks turned into months, and somewhere between late-night phone calls and long walks through quiet streets, I realized something. I had fallen in love. But life rarely lets things stay perfect for long. One evening, as the sun was setting and the sky was painted in soft shades of orange and purple, Daniel told me something that changed everything. He had received a job offer in another country. It was the kind of opportunity people wait their whole lives for. A chance to build the career he had always dreamed of. A chance to start a new chapter. And yet, as he spoke about it, I could see the hesitation in his eyes. “I don’t want to leave you,” he said quietly. Those words stayed with me long after that conversation ended. The truth was, I wanted him to stay. Every part of me wanted to ask him to choose us instead of the opportunity waiting for him across the world. But love isn’t always about holding on. Sometimes, it’s about letting go. For days, I thought about what to say. I replayed every possible conversation in my head. I imagined the life we could have if he stayed, and the regret he might carry if he didn’t follow his dream. Eventually, I realized something difficult. If I truly loved him, I couldn’t be the reason he gave up his future. The night before his flight, we met at the same café where we had first seen each other. The rain was falling again, almost like the universe had decided to repeat the beginning of our story. We sat across from each other, surrounded by the familiar sounds of clinking cups and quiet conversations. Neither of us spoke for a while. Finally, Daniel looked at me and asked the question I had been dreading. “Should I stay?” My heart wanted to scream yes. But instead, I took a deep breath and smiled, even though it felt like my chest was breaking. “You should go,” I said softly. “You deserve the life you’ve been working for.” He stared at me for a moment, as if trying to understand how I could say those words so calmly. But the truth was, I wasn’t calm at all. Inside, I was saying goodbye to the person who had changed my life in ways I could never explain. Daniel reached across the table and held my hand. “I’ll never forget you,” he said. I didn’t reply right away. Instead, I held his hand a little tighter, memorizing the moment, knowing it wouldn’t last. The next morning, I watched him walk through the airport gate, disappearing into the crowd of travelers and distant destinations. And just like that, the love that had once filled my world became something I had to leave behind. Years have passed since that day. Life moved forward the way it always does. New experiences, new people, new chapters. But sometimes, on quiet evenings when the rain taps softly against the window, I think about that café and the boy with the gentle smile who once sat beside me. Some loves stay with us forever—not because they lasted, but because they changed us. Daniel was that kind of love for me. The love I had to leave behind.
By Ubaid 8 months ago in Chapters
I Chose Myself This Time
For years, I believed love meant sacrifice. BY: Khan Not the beautiful kind you see in movies, where two people give a little to meet in the middle. I believed love meant giving everything—even the parts of yourself you desperately needed to survive. I gave my time, my energy, my patience, and slowly, without realizing it, I gave away my voice. It didn’t happen all at once. At first, it was small things. Cancelling plans with friends because they didn’t like them. Changing my opinions so arguments wouldn’t start. Apologizing for things that weren’t really my fault. “Relationships require compromise,” I told myself. So I compromised. Again and again. Until one day I realized I had compromised so much that I could barely recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. The strange part was that no single moment broke me. There wasn’t one dramatic fight or a single cruel sentence that ended everything. It was the quiet accumulation of moments. The times my feelings were dismissed with a shrug. The times my dreams were treated like childish fantasies. The times I felt completely alone even while sitting right beside them. Loneliness inside a relationship is a different kind of pain. It’s subtle. Confusing. You start wondering if maybe the problem is you. Maybe you’re too sensitive. Maybe you expect too much. Maybe you just need to try harder. So I tried harder. I loved more. I forgave faster. I stayed longer. But the harder I tried, the emptier I felt. One evening, after another exhausting argument that somehow ended with me apologizing again, I walked outside just to breathe. The air was cold and quiet, and the streetlights painted long shadows on the empty road. For the first time in a long while, everything was silent. No voices telling me I was wrong. No pressure to explain myself. No need to defend my feelings. Just me. And in that silence, a thought appeared—simple but powerful. What about you? I had spent so long thinking about how to fix the relationship that I had forgotten to ask a much more important question: Was I happy? The answer came immediately. No. Not sometimes. Not a little. Not “it could be worse.” Just no. Admitting that truth felt terrifying. Because once you admit it, you can’t pretend anymore. You can’t keep lying to yourself. That night I stayed outside for a long time, thinking about the person I used to be before everything became so complicated. I remembered the version of myself who laughed easily. Who had plans, dreams, and confidence. Who believed their feelings mattered. Somewhere along the way, that person had slowly faded. And suddenly I realized something painful but freeing at the same time: No one else had the responsibility to bring that person back. That was my job. The next morning, the decision still scared me. My heart raced and my hands shook as I spoke the words I had been avoiding for months. “I can’t keep doing this.” There were questions. Confusion. A few promises that things would change. But something inside me had already shifted. I had heard promises before. I had waited before. I had hoped before. This time was different. This time, I was listening to myself. Leaving wasn’t dramatic. There were no slammed doors or shouted goodbyes. Just a quiet ending to something that had slowly been breaking me. The days that followed were not easy. Doubt visited often. Some mornings I woke up wondering if I had made a mistake. But slowly, something else began to appear in the empty spaces that relationship left behind. Peace. I started reconnecting with friends I hadn’t seen in years. I began doing small things that once made me happy—reading late at night, walking without a destination, dreaming about the future again. Little by little, I felt something returning. Myself. I realized that choosing yourself doesn’t mean you never loved the other person. It simply means you finally love yourself enough to stop disappearing. And maybe that’s the hardest kind of courage there is—not staying, not fighting, not trying to fix something that keeps hurting you. But walking away with quiet strength and saying: “This time, I choose myself.”
By Khan 8 months ago in Chapters
The Dirty Secret. Content Warning.
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By Raine Fielder8 months ago in Chapters
Loving You Taught Me How to Let Go
Loving You Taught Me How to Let Go ‎BY: Khan I used to believe that love meant holding on—no matter how hard things became. I thought that if two people truly cared about each other, they would fight through every storm together. Letting go never seemed like an option to me. It felt like giving up. Then I met you. You walked into my life on an ordinary afternoon, yet somehow everything about that moment felt extraordinary. Your laugh was effortless, your smile warm, and the way you listened made me feel like my words actually mattered. I remember thinking that day that maybe life had finally decided to give me something good. At first, everything between us felt easy. We spent long evenings talking about our dreams, our fears, and the strange twists life had taken to bring us to that moment. You told me stories about your childhood, and I told you about the things that kept me awake at night. Somehow, sharing those pieces of ourselves made the world feel smaller and kinder. I started to imagine a future that included you in every part of it. But life rarely follows the stories we create in our heads. Slowly, things began to change. It wasn’t sudden or dramatic. Instead, it happened in quiet ways. The conversations that once lasted hours grew shorter. The messages that used to arrive instantly began to take longer. Sometimes you seemed distant, like your mind was somewhere else even when you were sitting right beside me. At first, I tried to ignore it. I told myself everyone goes through difficult phases. I convinced myself that if I just loved you a little harder, if I tried a little more, things would return to the way they used to be. But love doesn’t work like that. One night, as we sat together in silence, I realized something I had been avoiding for a long time. You were no longer happy. Maybe you had been trying to hide it, or maybe I simply hadn’t wanted to see it before. But the truth was there between us, heavy and undeniable. And strangely, that realization didn’t make me angry. It made me sad. Not because you had changed, but because I finally understood something important: love cannot be forced. It cannot survive simply because we want it to. Sometimes love fades. Sometimes people grow in different directions. And sometimes the kindest thing two people can do for each other is to let go. That night, we talked longer than we had in weeks. Our voices were quiet, but honest. There were no accusations, no dramatic arguments. Just two people acknowledging that the story they once believed in was reaching its final chapter. I remember the way your eyes looked when you said goodbye. There was sadness in them, but also relief. For the first time, I realized that letting go wasn’t about losing someone. It was about respecting what once existed between us. It was about understanding that love doesn’t always mean staying. Sometimes it means stepping aside so both people can find the happiness they deserve. Walking away from you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. For a long time, I questioned whether I had made the right choice. I wondered if maybe I should have tried harder, waited longer, fought more. But as time passed, something unexpected happened. The pain slowly turned into gratitude. Because loving you had taught me something I never understood before. It showed me that love is not measured by how tightly we hold onto someone, but by how deeply we care about their well-being—even if that means they continue their journey without us. You taught me that endings don’t erase the beauty of what once existed. They simply mark the moment when two paths begin to move in different directions. And now, when I think about you, I don’t feel bitterness or regret. I remember the laughter, the late-night conversations, and the quiet moments that made our time together meaningful. Most of all, I remember the lesson you left behind. Loving you didn’t just teach me how to care for someone. It taught me how to let go.
By Khan 8 months ago in Chapters
We Were Perfect—Just at the Wrong Time
We Were Perfect—Just at the Wrong Time BY: Ubaid People often say that if two people are meant to be together, they will eventually find their way back to each other. I used to believe that too. But life has a strange way of teaching us that love alone is not always enough. Sometimes everything feels perfect—except the timing. I met her during a time in my life when everything felt uncertain. I was trying to figure out my future, chasing dreams that felt both exciting and terrifying. My days were filled with plans, responsibilities, and the quiet pressure of becoming someone I could be proud of. She walked into my life like a calm breeze on a restless day. Her name was Emma, and from the very first conversation, something felt different. We talked as if we had known each other for years. There were no awkward silences, no need to pretend. With her, everything felt natural. Our first meeting lasted hours. What was supposed to be a short coffee turned into a long walk through the city. We talked about childhood memories, fears, dreams, and the kind of future we hoped to build one day. It was the kind of connection people spend years searching for. Over the following weeks, we became inseparable. Every message from her made my day brighter. Every laugh we shared felt genuine and effortless. For the first time in a long time, life felt simple. But beneath the happiness, there was a quiet truth neither of us wanted to face. We were both standing at important crossroads in our lives. Emma had just received an opportunity to study abroad—something she had worked for years to achieve. It was her dream, the kind of chance that could shape her entire future. And I was in the middle of building my career, trying to prove to myself and everyone around me that I could succeed. We never planned for our lives to collide at such a complicated moment. Still, we tried to ignore it. We spent evenings talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes we would sit quietly, watching the sunset, knowing that time was moving faster than we wanted it to. One night, she asked a question that changed everything. “Do you think timing matters in love?” I wanted to say no. I wanted to believe that if two people cared enough, they could overcome anything. But deep inside, I knew the truth wasn’t that simple. “Sometimes,” I said quietly, “timing is everything.” The silence that followed felt heavier than any argument. As the weeks passed, the reality we had been avoiding slowly came closer. Her departure date approached, and the conversations we once enjoyed began to carry an unspoken sadness. We tried to stay positive. We told each other that distance wasn’t impossible. That people made it work all the time. But deep down, we both understood that our lives were heading in completely different directions. The night before she left, we met at the same café where everything had started. It felt strange sitting there again, remembering how easily everything had begun. Neither of us spoke much at first. Sometimes emotions are too big for words. Finally, she looked at me with a gentle smile that didn’t quite hide the sadness in her eyes. “You know what the hardest part is?” she said. “What?” “We didn’t do anything wrong.” She was right. There had been no betrayal, no mistakes, no dramatic ending. Just two people who found each other at the wrong moment in their lives. I reached across the table and held her hand, knowing it might be the last time. “Maybe in another life,” I said softly, “the timing would have been perfect.” She laughed quietly, though tears shimmered in her eyes. “Maybe,” she said. When we said goodbye that night, it wasn’t filled with anger or regret. It was filled with something far more complicated—a love that still existed, but a future that couldn’t. For a long time after she left, I wondered what might have happened if we had met a few years later. If our paths had crossed when our lives were more stable, when we were ready for something serious. But life doesn’t work with “what ifs.” It moves forward, whether we are ready or not. Even now, I don’t see our story as a failure. Some people come into our lives to stay forever. Others come to teach us something important. Emma taught me that real connections are rare, and that sometimes love can be genuine even if it doesn’t last. We were perfect in many ways. We just arrived in each other’s lives at the wrong time. And sometimes, that small difference changes everything.
By Ubaid 8 months ago in Chapters
Is the Middle East War Turning Into World War III?
Is the Middle East War Turning Into World War III? The current situation in the Middle East has once again raised a serious question around the world: could this conflict grow into World War III? Tensions in the region have increased due to military strikes, political warnings, and the involvement of several global powers. While no country has officially declared a world war, the combination of regional conflicts and international alliances has made many experts worry about the possibility of a much larger confrontation.
By Wings of Time 8 months ago in Chapters
Why doesn't Iran target US bases in Turkey?
In the war that began on February 28 with attacks by the United States and Israel on Iran and continued with retaliatory strikes from Tehran, the intensity of casualties and destruction has been increasing every day. Iran and militia groups affiliated with Tehran have so far targeted military bases and civilian infrastructure in Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Oman, Bahrain, Qatar, Jordan, the United Arab Emirates, and Iraq, all of which host American bases. In addition, a British base in Cyprus has also been targeted. In this war, which has spread from Turkey’s border neighbors to the Arabian Peninsula, Turkey is one of the few countries where air-raid sirens have not sounded. Experts say that despite hosting U.S. forces, Turkey has not been targeted because of its membership in the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO). They emphasize that good relations between Ankara and Tehran also reduce the likelihood of any retaliatory action. However, in its recent position, Turkey has criticized the attacks by the United States and Israel as well as Iran’s retaliatory actions. Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan announced on February 28 that Ankara would increase its diplomatic efforts. Mr. Erdoğan said: “If rationality and wisdom do not prevail and no room is given for diplomacy, our region could be engulfed in widespread flames.” He added: “If Iran attacks Turkey, it will have to face all NATO countries.” Sinan Ülgen, head of the Center for Economics and Foreign Policy Studies (EDAM), says that what distinguishes Turkey from other countries in the region targeted by Iranian attacks is its NATO membership. He added: “Such an attack would fully fall under Article 5 of NATO. Therefore, if Iran were to take such an action, it would effectively face all NATO member states.” According to this fundamental NATO principle, an attack on any member state is considered an attack on all members, activating the alliance’s collective defense mechanism. Sinan Ülgen believes that Iran will not expand the conflict by attacking U.S. bases in Turkey. He said: “Iran is not willing to open a new front in its immediate neighborhood by attacking Turkey. I see no possibility that it would want to provoke a country like Turkey, which has strong military power and impressive deterrence capability. Therefore, I consider the likelihood of a direct Iranian attack on Turkey to be very low.” Mr. Ülgen also emphasized that the Incirlik Air Base in Adana was not used for attacks on Iran. Ural Toğa, a researcher at the Center for Iranian Studies (IRAM), also considers it unlikely that Tehran would include parts of Turkey among its targets in retaliatory strikes. He said: “Unless a group inside Iran decides to act independently, which I also consider unlikely, Iran would not want to complicate the situation at this stage by opening a new front against a NATO member country.” Mr. Toğa noted that Turkey and Iran, which share a 534-kilometer border, are mutually dependent in certain areas. He said: “Iranians, especially after the death of former President Ebrahim Raisi, have continuously sought to expand strategic cooperation with Turkey. I do not think they will reverse this trend or move relations in another direction.” Incirlik and Kürecik Turkey has announced that its airspace and air bases located on its territory that host U.S. forces were not used in U.S. or Israeli attacks against Iran. A statement issued on February 28 by the Center for Combating Disinformation, which is affiliated with the Presidential Communications Directorate, emphasized that Turkey will not allow its airspace or related facilities to be used for operational purposes in any conflict or war in which it is not involved. Another statement issued on March 2 by the same center denied claims of an attack on the Incirlik base, stating: “There are no military bases belonging to any foreign country in Turkey. The air, land, and maritime space of the Republic of Turkey, as well as its military installations, are fully controlled and owned by the country. No attempt has been made to directly attack the country’s port. Portraying Turkey as a party to regional conflicts is a clear attempt to spread misinformation.” The most important U.S.-related military bases in Turkey are the Incirlik Air Base and the Kürecik radar base in Malatya. According to information published on the Incirlik Base website, construction of the military facility began in 1951 by a team called the American Engineering Group. In 1954, an agreement was reached between the General Staff of the Turkish Armed Forces and the U.S. Air Force for the joint use of the base. The use of the base is regulated through the Defense and Economic Cooperation Agreement (DECA), which was signed between the United States and Turkey in 1980. The facility was initially called “Adana Air Base,” but in 1958 its name was changed to “Incirlik,” which is still in use today. Turkey’s Ministry of Defense emphasizes that the base is under the command of the Turkish Armed Forces and owned by the Republic of Turkey. The Kürecik radar base, located in the Akçadağ district of eastern Malatya province, is an early warning center established in 2012 and operates under NATO supervision. The command center of this facility is located at the Diyarbakır Air Base, and its mission is to transmit data related to identifying and intercepting long-range aerial threats to the THAAD missile defense systems in Romania and Poland. In 2011, the then-Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad criticized the establishment of the base, saying the installation was designed to protect Israel from possible Iranian missile attacks. After the Hamas attack on Israel on October 7, 2023, and the subsequent Israeli military operations, pro-Palestinian activists claimed that both bases were being used to support Israel and held rallies demanding their closure. Large-scale migration is very unlikely
By Real content8 months ago in Chapters
Will Russia and China Support Iran Against the US and Israel?
Britain has allowed the United States to use its airbases in connection with the ongoing attacks against Iran, sparking debate over what kind of support Tehran might receive from its allied countries. Both Russia and China maintain strong diplomatic, trade, and military ties with Iran. However, the current conflict will reveal how far they are willing to go in supporting this ally. Russia’s Rhetorical Support Sergei Gorishko says that although Moscow has made a great deal of noise over the joint U.S. and Israeli attacks on Iran, its response has largely been limited. Russia has expressed anger over the strikes and signaled solidarity with Tehran, but it has refrained from taking any steps that would risk direct involvement in the conflict. Kremlin spokesperson Dmitry Peskov expressed “deep disappointment,” saying that despite talks between Washington and Tehran, the situation had “turned into outright aggression.” He added that Moscow remains in constant contact with the Iranian leadership and Gulf states affected by the tensions. Russia’s Foreign Ministry condemned what it described as “unprovoked aggression” by the United States and Israel against Iran, calling it political assassination and a “hunt” for the leaders of sovereign states. On Sunday, Russian President Vladimir Putin sent a condolence message to his Iranian counterpart following the death of Iran’s Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, describing it as a “blatant violation of human morality and international law.” Despite this, the Kremlin appears to be avoiding criticism of U.S. President Donald Trump and continues to thank Washington for mediation efforts regarding Ukraine. When asked on Monday how Russia could still trust Washington, Peskov said Russia “relies first and foremost only on itself” and ensures the defense of its own interests. When examining those interests, it becomes clear why Russia’s support for Iran remains largely rhetorical, even though Tehran has become one of Moscow’s closest allies since Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Iran has been supplying drones to Russia and helping Moscow develop ways to circumvent Western sanctions. Iran also fits neatly into Russia’s vision of a multipolar world order in which state sovereignty outweighs human rights, and governments maintain complete internal control. The fall of such a government would be a setback for Russia’s global outlook. However, the Kremlin has already shown it is unwilling to take major risks for its allies whether in Venezuela, Syria, or during last year’s 12-day war between Iran and Israel. Russia is deeply entangled in the war in Ukraine and appears either unwilling or unable to provide assistance beyond diplomatic statements and limited military-technical cooperation. The strategic partnership agreement signed between Iran and Russia on January 17, 2025, falls just short of a mutual defense pact. Moscow and Tehran pledged information-sharing, joint exercises, and efforts to “ensure regional security.” However, they did not promise to defend each other in the event of an attack. Economic ties between the two countries are also modest, with trade totaling only four to five billion dollars. Nevertheless, military and industrial cooperation between them is increasing. In February, the Financial Times reported that the two countries had reached a major deal under which Russia would supply Iran with air defense systems worth 500 million euros. Russia has already provided Iran with Yak-130 training aircraft and Mi-28 attack helicopters, and Tehran is expected to receive Su-35 fighter jets soon. However, Russia has yet to deliver advanced defensive systems. The use of Iranian-made Shahed drones significantly altered Russian military tactics in Ukraine. But last year, Moscow rapidly expanded domestic drone production, reducing its reliance on Iranian weapons. For Moscow, Iran is too important to allow it to collapse but not important enough to fight for. This situation may change in the future, but for now, Russian intervention is likely to remain largely rhetorical. China: Tehran’s Economic Lifeline China strongly condemned the killing of Ayatollah Ali Khamenei. Historically, Beijing has opposed U.S. strategies of regime change around the world. The strongest pillar of China-Iran relations is their mutually beneficial economic partnership. China is Iran’s largest trading partner and its most important energy customer. Despite years of U.S. sanctions on Iran, Beijing has remained Tehran’s economic lifeline. With the support of its shipping fleet, China purchases large volumes of Iranian crude oil at discounted prices. For example, in 2025 China bought more than 80 percent of Iran’s exported oil. The revenue from these purchases has enabled Iran not only to stabilize its economy but also to fund its defense expenditures. In 2021, China and Iran signed a 25-year strategic agreement that further strengthened their relationship. Under the deal, China pledged billions of dollars in investment in Iranian infrastructure and telecommunications. China’s “Long Game Historically, China’s response to Iran-Israel and Iran-U.S. conflicts has been measured. Whenever disputes involving Iran have arisen—including during last year’s 12-day Israel-Iran war—China has called for “restraint” and blamed “external interference,” a reference to U.S. policy. During previous Iran-Israel confrontations, China has used—or threatened to use—its veto power at the United Nations Security Council to shield Tehran diplomatically and block resolutions against it. However, it has never offered direct military intervention. Beijing’s strategy has long been to keep the United States entangled in the Middle East while ensuring that the region does not descend into total chaos, which could drive up global oil prices. If a pro-Western government were to take power in Tehran, it would represent a major geopolitical setback for China, as Iran not only meets China’s energy needs but also helps counter U.S. influence in the region. Iran is a member of BRICS and the Shanghai Cooperation Organization and serves as a crucial geographic connector linking Central Asia, the Caucasus, and the Middle East. The collapse of the Iranian government could weaken the credibility of these multilateral mechanisms that Moscow and Beijing are trying to strengthen. It is widely believed that unless the United States and Israel launch a full-scale war against Iran and deploy ground troops on Iranian soil, the country’s political and military structures are unlikely to collapse. Beijing will likely continue playing its usual “long game,” cooperating with whoever succeeds Khamenei, regardless of who that may be. Meanwhile, Russia will look for opportunities that serve its own interests.
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