🗣 Your account of the state of livelihoods — Monday, 18 Aban

🔹I bought two chickens and one bottle of oil. It came to three million tomans—meaning it equals a worker’s one-week salary.

🔹Unemployment is rampant. I’m an IT and communications management engineer, but I’ve become a Snapp driver, and despite the exorbitant company commission and the situation with gasoline, they won’t even let me do this job.

🔹We’re in the mobile industry. Prices are going up every day. The phone that cost 12 million tomans before Nowruz is now 90 million tomans. Damn the Islamic Republic.

🔹On 18 Aban, the price of macaroni—the cheapest food item available to people—has doubled, rising from 78,500 tomans to 159,500 tomans.

🔹One pension, plus all the installments and rent and monthly building charges and electricity and gas costs and internet costs—and not to mention the water we don’t have—leaves no room for a normal life. We’re just surviving.

🔹For my back pain, the doctor injected a gel and took 8 million tomans. The prescriptions for my medicines would have added up to another 4 million tomans, but I didn’t have the money, so I decided not to buy my medicines.

🔹I have diabetes and I inject the “Exir” company insulin. “Regular One PH,” which I’m supposed to inject 80 units per day, has been unavailable for two months in not a single pharmacy, and everyone says the company hasn’t been distributing it for a long time.