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The Picture of Taraneh

We must ask ourselves, why is it different with an Iranian woman? Why does the media feel it is not appropriate to release the identities of rape victims within their own country, but do so freely with victims from abroad? This woman has been terribly violated in the worst way possible, and to spread her picture and information around the world violates her again. There is still a terrible stigma attached to rape and it’s victims in many countries, including Iran>>>

به دوستان زندانی

بسیاری از شما را از نزدیک می شناسم و برخی را نیز دورادور. بگذارید در ابتدای کلام باور قلبی خود را بیان کنم که آنچه بر شما در دوران اسارت گذشته و می گذرد، چه در بند 209 زندان اوین و چه در سایر بازداشتگاهای بی نام و نشان در سرتاسر کشور، به یک اعتبار از همۀ جنایاتی که این نظام پس از انتخابات اخیر مرتکب شده، حتی از آزار های جسمی و جنسی و قتل خود سرانۀ انسانهای بیگناه نیز سنگین تر و ننگین تراست، چرا که عالماً و عامداً، در بلند مدت و با برنامه ریزی گسترده و مرکزی صورت پذیرفته است و جای حاشا هم ندارد>>>

Why Protesting Against Ahmadinejad in New York Is Not a Waste of Time

The power and effects of public protests in support of a cause >>>

Where Twelver Shiism Went Wrong

Thoughts on the politicization of Twlever Shiism over the past two centuries >>>

The Ascension (3)

“No smiling today. It’s Ashura... First you have to tear your shirt.” He yanked off some of my buttons and put them in my shirt pocket. “Your mom can sew them back on later,” he said. Then he reached down and grabbed a fistful of dust and poured it on my head. Standing back to admire his work he said, “Excellent, now run all the way to the back of the dasteh with the other kids, and they’ll show you how to beat your chest and chant.” I thanked him for tearing my shirt and putting dirt on my head, then I ran back and joined the procession>>>

A Father is Bigger Than a King

When I was seven years old, there were two men. There was my father and there was the Shah. Everyone else was waiting to see what would happen, even if they didn't know it. I knew it at least, and I considered myself an authority on the struggle between them. I knew the number-one rule, which was that you stayed humble in the face of the struggle. You didn't ask too many questions, and if you did, you asked third parties. You didn't ask my father because he was in it. It would be like asking Magic Johnson about basketball in the middle of a game>>>