I am deeply moved. I really am!
And let me say this without any shame that my eyes actually went wet a few times in the last 48 hours watching all the emotion and reactions of the people in the streets and on TV. It is a historic moment, or at least we'll know about that in the coming years. May be it is a little soon to judge about how much people will be proud of their choice and how some people will be disappointed.
But the atmosphere was unforgettable. The sensation, the scene of all the young generations standing in long lines to cast their votes was like a sweet deja vu for me. I was very happy and proud to be here in this moment of American history.
It took me back to 1997 when Iran's young generation rose up and chose a relatively unknown man, a young man who was so charismatic and intelligent that he captured the hearts and mind of millions of people in just a few months and with those millions beat the other candidate which had all the support of the conservatives and ruling class. The feeling was enormous. As a first time voter I felt the hope in each and every cell of my body. The news of his overwhelming victory brough joy to my face and tears to my eyes like the other millions who voted for Khatami just like the way Obama's victory today brought back those memories along with new joy and tears.
A long time has passed since that time. It now looks like a century ago. The hope has died in my country but it is very alive here in United States. I am sure he will not let them down.
At least, I have hope...HOPE.
Hope is a dangerous thing, but also the best of things!