ما امروز وارث مرده‌ریگ پدرانمان هستیم و از خرمن غفلت آن خواب‌زدگان خوشه می‌چینیم. گناهی که از دل و دست نسل قبل سرچشمه می‌گیرد، چون جویباری در نسلِ بعد روان می‌شود و علف‌های هرز بلایا را در همه‌جا می‌رویاند. این عدالت نیست که نسلی عصاره‌ی زهرآگین عمل نسلی دیگر را بنوشد؛ نه عدالت نیست، اما واقعیت است.

_شاهرخ مسکوب.

شاهرخ مسکوب

- فروغ فرخزاد

Happy birthday to someone who was never just a footballer to so many people…
For many of us, you became a new definition of what effort really means.
Cristiano Ronaldo,
for years, your name has been tied to one thing:
believing even when everything is against you.
Even when you are tired.
Even when the pressure is heavy.
Even when everyone is waiting for you to fail.
You taught us that talent is not enough.
You showed us that reaching the top needs something stronger than skill
a strong mind.
Endless training.
Fighting yourself.
Standing up again after every fall.
For many people, your goals mattered most…
but for me and people like me
your journey mattered more.
But honestly…
I don’t want to believe that my idol is 41 now.
And the thought that I may not have much time left to watch your matches
and truly enjoy seeing you on the pitch
feels like an early kind of sadness
missing days that are not even over yet.
A boy who started from a small island,
and became one of the greatest names in football history.
Not by luck.
Not by an easy path.
But with a level of determination that very few can carry.
Cristiano,
you proved that being a champion is not something you only see on the scoreboard.
It is built in silent training sessions,
in coming back after defeats,
in standing tall in front of doubt.
Happy birthday to someone who remained an inspiration
even as the years passed,
even as generations changed.
To us,
you are not just a number, a trophy, or a statistic…
You are a reminder that if you truly want it,
you can escape being ordinary. ❤️‍🩹