🕊️ When Peace Meets War: A Soul Letter from a Middle Eastern Woman in London

The golden light of a London sunset filters through my window. It’s serene, soft, almost sacred. Yet my heart is thousands of miles away — with the gardens of Shiraz, with the trembling earth of my homeland, with the breath of those I love who still live beneath a sky that no longer promises peace.

Shiraz - Iran

I am Bahar. I was born in Iran on the same day that the war between Iran and Iraq began — a war that lasted eight years and etched its memory into my body before I could form words. The irony is not lost on me: that same date is now marked globally as the International Day of Peace. Peace and war — both woven into my first breath.

Golden hour - Surrey, UK

Today, as violence threatens once more to consume Iran and the wider Middle East, I tremble. I tremble for my brother, my grandmother, my aunties, my uncles, my childhood friends — for the families now praying their cities remain untouched. I tremble for the rose gardens and the sacred poetry of Hafiz and Sa’di, for the ancient tombs, for the memory of poets who once dreamed of love under these same stars.

Persepolis, Shiraz, Iran

Shiraz, my city, is not just geography. It is the smell of orange blossoms at dusk. It is the gardens and the fountains, the philosophers and the sacred architecture, the peace woven into our carpets, and the stories carved in stone. It is where the soul of Persia still breathes.

And Tehran, the beating heart of the nation — loud, vibrant, scarred, resilient. It carries over 3,500 years of civilization in its bones. And now it carries the weight of uncertainty and fear.

Sacred Women Circle - Bahar

From London, I watch. From this quiet corner of safety, I ask: what can I do?

I do what I know.

I sit in sacred cacao ceremony.

I light a candle and call in the angels, the Ascended Masters, my higher self, the essence of peace.

I cry.

I tremble.

It is hard. But I return — again and again — to the practices that have shaped my path.

I gather with my community in meditation. We breathe together. We pray not just for safety, but for awakening.

Not only for Iran. But for all places where children are raised under the sound of sirens instead of songbirds.

For the women who hold their families close in the dark.

For the leaders, soldiers, and fighters on all sides, who must remember: war has never truly created peace.

We have more than 2,500 years of history to remind us.

Now is NOT the time for more blood.

It is the time for hearts.

For love.

For a collective rising into higher consciousness.

Cacao Ceremony and Prayer

As a mother, my prayer is simple :

That my son, and the children of the earth, inherit skies filled with sunlight, not smoke. That they know the scent of orange blossoms, not the burn of missiles.

If you are reading this, thank you. For witnessing. For caring.

And if you need support — to come back into your body, to calm your heart — here are two gentle tools I offer:

• A 9‑minute Kundalini kriya for stress release, a simple yet powerful daily practice to return to center.

• A YouTube EFT tapping video, guiding you through a nervous system regulation practice I created.

If your soul yearns for deeper grounding, my space remains open. Reach out. We’ll walk this path together.

With love and trembling hope,

Bahar