Mossad in Ayatollah’s Mirror

“In a land of mirrors, even the pigeons look suspicious.” — Unknown prisoner, Evin

A pigeon handler holds a bird aloft, expression stoic, wings paused mid-prayer. Nothing about this moment seems suspicious—until you’ve lived under a regime that sees espionage in feathers. —Photo by Ronen Zvulun, 2018

The Father, the Party, and the Punishment

My father spent eight months in solitary confinement—accused of being a CIA spy. Why? Because we had a relative born in the U.S.

My grandfather believed Iran should remain allied with the West. But the Ayatollah? He sold the country to Russia. They call him Ayatollah KGB for a reason.

Everyone at the top knows he was once a member of the Tudeh Party—Iran’s Communist Party. Even the daughter of one of its members became a famous actress, Connected to Soleimani and the Revolutionary Guard.

And me? I was monitored too—by the Tudeh Party. They were Iran’s Soviet-backed communists, And they never forgot a name, a face, or a family.

The Teenage Blueprint

I was 17 when I first heard the word “Mossad.” Not from a spy movie. From a whisper in Tehran.

They said Mossad was behind everything. The protests. The graffiti. The hacked broadcasts. Even the pigeons.

I laughed. But part of me wondered: What if resistance had a blueprint?

The Underground Repeats

And now people are wondering: What’s the motivation to support Mossad?

It’s the same motivation German Jews had in the gas chambers—standing with the British army. I need to mention the underground during World War II. They fought the most dangerous and powerful intelligence service in history: the SS. The Gestapo.

Now, if Mossad can’t play with the Islamic Revolutionary Guard, It will be the end of the world.

I’m not watching Mossad as a fan. But the fact is: between a real intelligence service and a radical, amateur Islamic regime— A regime that can’t even hold its pants up— I choose the one that knows how to operate.

It reminds me of Planet of the Apes. When I was in Iran, I watched the Tim Burton version. I said, “Wow, wow—these are the Revolutionary Guard.” Bearded. Hairy. Grunting orders.

There are patriotic Iranians who helped Mossad too. Just like Mossad helped Shapour Bakhtiar escape Iran. He was the last hope before the darkness fell.

Now, Mossad is like a hope for Free Iran.

Some Islamists say Iranians who stand with Israel are cowards. Traitors. But they are the bravest. And the smartest.

Zionist Soda and the Tattooed Spy

Probably I was in contact with a Mossad agent when I was four or five. And the agent was six or seven. Our operation? Coca-Cola. We drank Coca-Cola together.

In the eyes of the Iranian regime, that’s enough.

In 2011, the son of a famous Iranian war photographer called me a Zionist. Why? Because I told him: “Your father’s name was on the chain-killer list.” He denied it. The regime had let his mother sell all their land. The archive—photos, videos—gone. A great archive. Erased.

Unfortunately, the regime was successful. They manipulated people. Even the son of a murdered photographer closed his eyes to his father’s blood.

The Spy Who Shared Coca-Cola

In Turkey, the MIT (Turkish Intelligence) questioned me about Mossad. In 2016, they asked about a person—Asher. I didn’t even remember who that was. They pointed to someone close to Iran’s former intelligence minister, Fallahian. He wanted me to connect him to Israel. But who in Israel?

Fallahian wasn’t just a minister. He was the architect of fear. The man behind the chain murders. The one who turned intelligence into a weapon against poets, professors, and even clerics. His shadow still lingers in the corridors of power—and in the questions they asked me.

I knew two people who worked for Times of Israel Farsi. One of them I’d never even met. Still, the Turks believed she was Mossad. A blogger and a spy—what a fantastic idea.

I told them: these stories come from the regime. Please, relax.

But the questions never stopped. In Iran. In Afghanistan. In Turkey. Always about Israel. Always about Jews.

The Magic Door of Evin Prison

Some Revolutionary Guards thought they were working for Iran. They were working for Mossad. In the name of Mossad, the doors of Evin Prison opened. Magical. And over billions became ashes in Iran.

Now the Ayatollah smokes and smokes, thinking of revenge. Revenge against his own shadow— Because that shadow might be a Mossad agent.

He forgot: Mossad is closer to him than he ever imagined.

And the worst fact for the Islamic regime? Mossad agents have become angels in the eyes of many Iranians. Because Mossad removed top Revolutionary Guard generals— And psycho-sadistic abusers.

The Pigeons Return

They even designed drones that look like pigeons. So now the Revolutionary Guard wants to ban all pigeons from the sky.

The Sky Is Full of Wings

If Mossad removes Khamenei, They will be seen as God’s messengers by the majority of Iranians.

The Ayatollah is blind. And dead inside. He can’t realize that over 80 percent of Iranians wish he would die.

And now they’ve arrested Iranian Jews. But what will they do with the 80 percent?

While American Maoists and Leninists burn Israeli flags at Columbia University, The Star of David has captured millions of hearts in Iran. That, I believe, is Mossad’s most successful operation.

So now the Revolutionary Guard wants to stop all birds in the sky— Because even pigeons might be Mossad.

The idea of pigeon spies didn’t start with Mossad. It began before the SS even existed— When British intelligence used pigeons to fly over Germany in World War I. By the time the SS rose in the 1930s, The birds were already veterans of espionage. So from the beginning, the Revolutionary Guard was suspicious of wings.

But they still don’t understand: Mossad may have designed thousands—maybe millions—of pigeons. And now, even ravens are joining.

Intelligence is like a nerve. It moves. It feels. It adapts. But the Revolutionary Guard? They are stone. And they think they’re the best.

But we saw how fragile they really are. Now, the Ayatollah’s intelligence service is over.

The Pigeons and the Dangerous Man

A communist once asked me, “We know Jews are afraid of everything. What kind of Jew are you?”

I hope he remembers me now.

One of my uncles was banned from leaving Iran in 1980—just for having a Jewish girlfriend. He was a doctor, but they barred him from hospitals for 15 years. Even after he joined the army and was injured in the war with Iraq, It wasn’t enough.

They called him dangerous—because he defended a Jewish woman in medical school And had a black belt in karate. Later, they took his money too.

I remember hiking with him in the late ’90s— Undercover agents followed us everywhere.

And the Basij chief who once harassed us in Shahrak Gharb? He told us it would be easy to execute us. Now he runs a bakery in California. Someone should ask the FBI how.

Before finishing this story, I looked up Mossad and pigeons— And found glory.

Ori Rosner, head of Israel’s racing pigeon club, released 140 birds for the hostages in Gaza. There’s even a memorial for military pigeons in Israel from 1950.

Seems Mossad really did learn from MI6 in World War II— When they sent pigeons over the SS.

Now, Mossad pigeons. Mossad hawks. Maybe even Mossad ravens.

And Qaani? He says he’s not Mossad. Mossad says he’s not Mossad. Some Iranians say his real name is Eli Cohen.

It’s a comic story. But also a tragedy.

Sometimes pigeons can shut down a warplane—if they fly into the wings. Who knows how many pigeons are inside the Ayatollah’s warplanes?

My message to Ayatollah supporters: Please don’t kill the pigeons. It’s not their fault. They’re lovers. Maybe they fell in love with Mossad.

The Interrogation and the Red Line

In 2012, the Revolutionary Guard asked me about Mossad. About Israel.

But I was always pro-West. So I said: “You want truth or a label? If you want to accuse me of CIA, MI6, even France—fine. But Mossad? They don’t work this way.”

He asked why. I said, “Look at my clothes. My brands. I don’t wear a beard.” He said, “So everyone who doesn’t shave is Mossad?” I said, “As you think everyone who shaves is CIA.”

Radical religious men are the best targets for Mossad. Dumb, but well connected.

In 2001, I wrote a note: Russia’s spy agency probably knows the color of the Ayatollah’s wife’s underwear.

Mossad’s methods changed in the last 20 years. Especially when Obama was in power.

Even the CIA was sidelined. Obama trusted the Ayatollah more than the Iranian people. He chose the regime.

But in 2004, Mossad realized: It was time to move. Before it was too late.

If they hadn’t acted, Iran might have a nuclear bomb by now. And we’d already have a nuclear war in the Middle East.

People say Iran wants to destroy Israel. But if Iran gets the bomb, it won’t destroy Israel. It will destroy itself.

Israel has no red line when it comes to survival.

And the stupid fantasy of Hamas and the Revolutionary Guard— That they could destroy Israel?

Now people see what that fantasy cost them.

And Fallahian? We even knew how many condoms he used.

Ashes and Mirrors

I remember in 2012, in Evin Prison. A Revolutionary Guard agent told me, “We know everything.”

I said, “Thanks God—so no need to torture me for information.” He replied, “We don’t torture for information. We torture for God’s punishment.”

Because they believe they are related to God.

And now I wonder— If Mossad agents were sleeping with their wives, Who were they related to?

I met people in Iran who said they worked for Mossad. Their method was unexpected: Sex service for regime families. Some even married into the Ayatollah’s circle.

Today, another Revolutionary Guard general was arrested— Accused of working for Mossad.

I’ve studied intelligence operations. And I have no doubt: Mossad’s is one of the most successful in history.

I am an artist. A photographer. But in Iran, that’s enough to be called a spy. I was arrested over ten times. Questioned over a hundred. Just like my father—accused, punished, erased. Not for secrets. For seeing too much.

Iran’s intelligence service isn’t weak. It’s just absurd. They recruit from every religion. They gave the best grant to a Jewish communist Who called Iran a parasite While selling De Koning to American art dealers.

In my experience, most artists worked for the regime. Even a BBC assistant I exposed as an intelligence agent.

Iran’s intelligence is backed by Russia. Russia gave them rockets. But they never ask: What if the Russian ambassador is Mossad? What if the Russian embassy is a Mossad base?

They always blame Britain. France. The West. Never themselves.

And honestly? Russian prostitutes in New York are more effective than the Revolutionary Guard.

The Guard only knows how to ban WhatsApp And abuse ordinary people.

They can’t even protect the Ayatollah’s ass. Maybe he’s in a basement. Maybe he’s in a basement in Israel.

His reflection in the mirror? Mossad.

He and his soldiers— They’re the best toys Mossad ever had. And toys for U.S. presidents too.

Not having a nuclear weapon might be the most patriotic act. It could save the country. Because if Iran ever uses one, It will be Iran that turns to ash.

Mossad already turned billions into ashes.

Reflections in the Mirror

I photographed a donkey once— And even its balls. In the mountains near Tehran.

People asked if I was working for MI6 or CIA. They took my videos. They questioned me.

But the real question in Iran isn’t who is an agent. It’s who isn’t.

They’ve arrested 700 people in Iran as spies. 600 in the U.S. Everyone is suspicious. Even the pigeons.

Final Word

The Ayatollah’s reflection in the mirror is Mossad. His soldiers? Toys. His regime? A stage. And Mossad? The playwright.

They turned nuclear ambition into ash. They turned fear into farce. They turned pigeons into prophets.

So let the pigeons fly. Let the donkeys bray. Let the tattoos show. Let the artists speak.

Because sometimes, the most dangerous weapon isn’t a drone or a bomb. It’s a story. And this one isn’t over.

I am not a spy. I am an artist. And that’s why they’re afraid.

One day, I hope to see a free Iran— And pigeons that no longer have to carry secrets on their wings. Just sky. Just flight. Just peace.

As Richard Bach wrote in Jonathan Livingston Seagull: “You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now—and nothing can stand in your way.”