You will never be a real nuclear power. You have no strategic bombers, you have no ICBMs, you have no ballistic missile submarines. You are a meme state twisted by islam and cronyism into a crude mockery of Persian glory.
All the “solidarity” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your Russian handlers are embarrassed and ashamed of you, your Turkish “friends” laugh at your failed operations behind closed doors.
Arabs are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of subversion craft have allowed jews to easily infiltrate your government with incredible efficiency. Even IRGC commanders who are “capable” inevitably get assassinated by Israel or captured by Emiratis. Your unsecure comms and poor OPSEC is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to build a bunker that can stop Israel, they’ll turn and call in an American stealth bomber the minute they catch a whiff of your mishandled, radioactive joke of a stockpile.
You will never be strong. You wrench out a fake victory speech in the wake of every single allied bombing and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the economic depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush your economy under it's unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - your citizens will buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge you into the cold abyss. Your proxy forces will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to serve as bullet fodder for a regime of shame and disappointment. Infidels and Sunnis will insist your children rename your shithole country, and everyone except the most autistic of historians will forget about your weird islamic republic phase. Your enriched uranium will slowly decay and go back to the rocks, and all that will remain of your legacy is a rump state that is unmistakably haram.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.