When R.A. met her friends during the internet shutdown that followed the protests in Tehran last month, they were all carrying flash drives to be exchanged. There was nothing but music on the drives, but that meant everything to R.A., a classical music student finishing her four-year degree in Iran’s capital city. She and her friends found each other in cafes, exchanging downloaded files by hand, moving songs from person to person. “Because we can’t just stay away from music,” R.A. says. “We have to listen.”
She remembers sitting in a cafe where the owner put on a playlist that caught her attention. “It was different from the usual stuff,” she says. The music leaned older, drawn from Iranian artists active decades ago. Rooted in a simpler time, it provided a window to the past — a region that R.A. and her friends could escape to, and explore freely, in their hearts at least.
Protests in Tehran erupted in late December 2025 after the rial plunged to a record low amid rising inflation and economic hardship, and carried into January 2026, prompting widespread market and public space closures. Authorities imposed a countrywide internet shutdown that lasted a week, though connection disruptions still persist. The shutdown interrupted all communication between families and friends, leaving as many as 81 million people in the dark, and made music something that people had to carry physically. (Due to ongoing safety concerns, all sources who are currently inside Iran, or maintain close family or physical ties to the country, have requested anonymity for this story. Initials have been used to protect them and their families.)
R.A. felt the loss keenly. As a student, she studies, practices, and understands her own work by watching YouTube performances by artists around the world. “It’s really, really important to watch performances by great musicians,” she says. “So that you can get inspiration, different ideas, and analyze how they perform those pieces.” Without the internet, she continued studying, but had to find other ways to feel inspired, which proved hard in the current climate. “I could still prepare, but it wouldn’t be as good.”
When online access disappeared, her listening habits narrowed. She returned to music that she had already saved. “I only had access to the music I had downloaded before,” R.A. says. At the same time, she adds, she didn’t want to ignore what was happening around her: “I didn’t want to just disconnect myself, with all this disconnection in the country happening without our choice.”
During the shutdown, music moved through informal networks. Friends shared files, cafe playlists became reminders of a simpler time, and underground concerts and music-oriented gatherings quietly began happening. “There is some protest music that I have listened to thanks to my friends during this time,” R.A. says. “I was a shy student that mainly listened to classical music before, but now I am exploring these new genres like rock, and I want to raise my voice, show how I feel.” Her friends requested she perform a protest song they composed during the shutdown, but any attempt to release it publicly would have required anonymity, and performance permits were being denied.
Around her, R.A. watched classmates withdraw. “My musician friends got depressed,” she says. “They wouldn’t have the feeling to perform or to even practice their instruments.” They still listened, but stopped playing.
For B.R., who lives abroad in Vienna but had returned home to Iran for a three-month visit, the shutdown rewired daily life almost immediately. “Normal life disrupted,” he says. “We even use it to navigate. I cannot imagine meeting a friend or finding a safe place in this climate without having access to the internet.” When the connection disappeared, he didn’t even have a way of knowing his flight back to Vienna had been canceled.
He, too, turned to music. “I could go back to the songs that we used to send each other with my girlfriend,” he says. “I listened to some of the songs that we sent, over and over again.” Without streaming platforms, he relied on prior conversations and saved files and Telegram archives.
Much like R.A’s friends, he found himself returning to melancholic songs. “I was trying to have this meditation of pain,” he says. In those days of uncertainty, music brought back the taste of a lemon cake his girlfriend back in Vienna had baked for him before he left for Iran. The cake was sour, but the memory was sweet enough to anchor him.
After rearranging his flight and leaving Iran, he stopped listening to that playlist entirely. “They now have these new memories attached to them,” he said. “I try not to listen to it anymore.”
During protests in previous years, chants and songs had traveled fast and loud. This time, B.R. noticed something different. Before the shutdown, one song circulated repeatedly. “There was one woman,” he recalls. “She was listening to Shervin Hajipour, at a volume anyone could hear.” The song, associated with Woman, Life, Freedom — a nationwide protest movement that emerged in Iran in 2022 after the death of Masha Amini in police custody — carried grief and called for peace and freedom.
A.R., an Iranian economist and music lover now based in Germany, experienced the shutdown from inside Iran before returning abroad. Like R.A., he relied on previously downloaded files. Like B.R, he noticed listening habits became repetitive, inward, and geared toward self-soothing: “You listened to what you had, and then you listened again.”
A.R. recalls his mother posting protest songs to her Instagram stories during rare moments of connectivity. “It not only was a way of her communicating she was still there, but also showcasing how music fueled her need for change.”
Rana Farhan, a successful Iranian musician who left her home country in 1989 and has lived in the United States since, describes watching events unfold from a distance as a different kind of rupture. “Leaving was the only way I could continue working as an artist at all,” Farhan says. “But that distance never erased responsibility.”
Her music remains tethered to Iran, even as she processes events without the immediacy of physical danger. “These stories belong to a lot of people,” she says. “By telling our story, we are telling their stories.”
From New York, Farhan followed the shutdown knowing that what she could do was shaped by freedom others did not have. “We cannot close our eyes and pretend it’s not happening,” she says. “As an artist, you feel insignificant. The tragedy is so big, you ask yourself, why am I sitting here singing a song?”
That tension reframed her approach. “Music is healing,” Farhan adds. “But you cannot lose hope. Everybody is in a different place and has different responsibilities. We all do what we can. We have to.”
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One song in particular resurfaced for her during this period: “Choonie (Are You Alright)”, a piece she wrote years earlier that suddenly felt immediate again. “It’s very simple,” she says. “It just asks, ‘How are you doing? I think about you night and day.’ And that’s really what’s happening to us right now.”
For R.A., music loosened something internal. For B.R., it became a temporary shelter when all lines of communication collapsed. For A.R., listening turned repetitive and inward. Farhan talks about how distance sharpened the awareness of what could and could not be done from safety. For others, music replaced time and hope. Hoping that someone on the other side was listening, and things will get better.
Across cities and borders, music has been exchanged through hands, old files, shared playlists, and memory like a beacon of resistance and hope. In a country where people cannot always reach their families or speak freely, music has become a way of asking a question when nothing else would go through.
“In these hard and troubling times
In these hard and troubling times
Are you all right?
Day and night, my love
You are on my mind
And on this dreary night
Are you all right?”











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Liam Payne (left) and Harry Styles of One Direction onstage during the 2013 American Music Awards at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live on Nov. 24, 2013
Harry Styles Finds the Right Words on Liam Payne Tribute Song
For the past seven weeks, Harry Styles has reserved two minutes at each of his Madison Square Garden shows to reflect on the last time he gathered this many people in this room. Four years have passed since he performed 15 record-breaking nights at the venue during his Love on Tour. Now, every night at the new Together, Together shows, which span 30 nights at MSG, he acknowledges that “a lot of life happened to me and landed on me in ways that maybe it hadn’t before.”
Styles doesn’t usually go into much more detail; he typically just describes those in-between years as “a great reminder for me of just how wonderful and beautiful, difficult and inspiring, and also how fragile a life can be.” He encourages the audience to look around at each other and celebrate the community they’ve built together. Then he dives into “Sign of the Times.” It happens every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday like clockwork. But when he delivered this speech on Friday, Oct. 16, there was a shift. It didn’t conclude in its usual way.
Instead, Styles turned his attention to the banner commemorating his 15 consecutive nights at the Garden in 2022. “It means a lot to be able to look up there at my name up there from the last tour,” he said. “There are so many people, friends and people that I’ve worked with, that I would’ve never been able to do this without.” Two years ago, he continued, he lost one of those pillars. Friday’s show fell on the same day as the second anniversary of the death of Liam Payne, a loss that time has not made it easier to acknowledge. “I’m sure a lot of you have been through something similar,” Styles said. “I hope you haven’t.”
A frequent assessment of Styles, both among his fans and those who’ve only encountered him at a distance, is that he often talks at length before getting to the point. He recognizes it himself on the Kiss All the Time. Disco, Occasionally song “Coming Up Roses,” where he sings about fumbling his words. But recently, comments about his long-winded way of speaking have started to feel like purposeful misreadings. There are clear and carefully considered thoughts present between his starts and stops. Anyone truly listening will pick up on those threads.
Styles cut himself off a few times during his speech on Friday. He tried to talk for a second about looking after each other, and repeated his point about the banner and the people who’ve supported him. He never mentions Payne by name, instead referring to him as a friend, which somehow became a point of criticism from some fans. The context is clear enough. Still, he seems to know it’s a gamble to expect understanding, especially when the conversation grows more complex and personal.
After about a minute and a half, Styles figured it best to show us what he means rather than tell us. “I’m gonna sing a song I wrote two years ago for my friend,” he said before premiering “Wise Enough.” The sullen tribute to Payne settled the room into a cool near-silence, punctured by quiet gasps and muffled crying. It was beautiful, devastating, and deeply exposing to watch Styles share his grief with 20,000 people in the best, and maybe only, way he knows how.
Earlier this year, Styles told Zane Lowe about the acute dread surrounding the expected performance of his mourning. “Full transparency, even the idea of talking about it, I struggle with that a little bit. There was a period when he passed away where I really struggled with acknowledging how strange it is to have people own part of your grief, in a way,” he said. “I have such strong feelings around my friend passing away. And then suddenly being aware there’s maybe a desire from other people of you to convey that in some way, or it means you’re not feeling what you’re feeling.”
Artists often describe the act of sharing new music as a change in ownership, something that is no longer their own once it has been handed over to an audience. “Wise Enough” feels protected from this. It would be confounding to see Styles ever record and release it in any official capacity. The song is openhearted in a way that exposes deep scars, anxious in a way that worries and fidgets about time and how it passes, and inconsolable in a way that doesn’t make the futile attempt to fight through anger, regret, or sadness.
“I can tell you what it’s like to bury friends on Wednesday nights/Gather in a garden around the fire,” Styles sings in a particularly cutting verse on the song, which concludes with an honest admission: “I’m not wise enough to call for a conversation/And then back it up, right?/Like you’re in the sky.”
Celebrity doesn’t obscure grief. It doesn’t come with a script for what to say when someone is sorry for your loss, or when they recollect their own version of the person you knew. No one really has the right words for these moments. Over the weekend, fans debated whether “Wise Enough” is actually titled “What Is Enough?” Styles introduced the record so briskly it was hard to decipher. The question of adequacy feels similarly impossible to answer.
Grief is so plain in how universal it is, but so complex in how and when it chooses to present itself. It can be policed only as much as it can be predicted, which is to say barely at all. That Styles let us into his now yearslong search for some semblance of understanding — knowing how his words have been picked apart before for far lesser things — shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Styles never acknowledges that banner at MSG. It’s not for lack of gratitude — he cried when it was unveiled. But the point he has reiterated every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday since the end of August is that the achievement is something that must be shared because he couldn’t have done it alone. He talks about being on stage as if what happens in that room exists far beyond and outside of himself, something that endures even in his absence.
It’s true in a way. There’s muscle memory tied to the music. It’s in the spinning, dizzying way fans dance to “Satellite,” or the way they wildly kick their feet and make the building shake during “Kiwi,” a song he brought back to the set just for New York. It’s just like before, but still so different.
Friday night continued as usual after “Wise Enough.” Styles belted out “Sign of the Times” in the sobering way he always does, then “Aperture” let in a cathartic flood of strobing lights and pulsating beats. The emotional whiplash took physical form as fans consoled one another, holding out their hands to help up friends and strangers who crumbled to the floor at the conclusion of the tribute. Some were crushed by their memories of loving One Direction, and the care they hold in their hearts for Styles. Some were just as wrecked by their own personal losses.
A lot of life and loss can happen in four years, as Styles says each night. For some people who were at MSG on Friday, there are friends present in their memories from the last tour who are missing from the new ones they’re making. The lyric “You dance until you’re tired/No, you don’t, and now you never will/Will you?” surfaces their own devastation completely separate from what inspired Styles to sprawl those words on a page. How do you dance to “Aperture” — the beating heart of this show in its declaration that “we belong together” — after hearing something like that?
You take the hand of the friend or the stranger who pulled you from the ground and use it to lead each other back to the dance floor. When Styles talks about community and stresses the importance of caring for one another each night, he reminds everyone of the fragility of a moment, and urges them to cherish every second they get. To dance wildly and sing loudly and wrap their arms around each other. To hold tight to what’s here right now.
It’s all any of us have, so it has to be enough.