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Why I feel for Roxana

I am not a frequent visitor to Iran. Like most Iranian-Americans, I have few other reasons to visit than to see my ailing parents and the remnants of a once large family that is still left in Iran. In the 1990s, I only made two visits. Both were brief, and both were relatively uncomplicated. After my father’s heart attack in 2002, however, I have visited the “homeland” three times. Though my parents are still alive and cannot travel, I will visit Iran no more. Here’s why. Early one spring morning, two civilian clothed men knocked on my mother’s apartment in Yousefabad, Tehran. The time was probably no later than 7am, though my memory may fail me on this detail. They said they wanted to have a word with me>>>

How much longer?

With the sad news of the impending execution of Delara Darabi, the gentle and gifted poet/ painter, imprisoned for a murder that her former boyfriend most likely committed, coupled with the harsh eight-year sentence handed down to Japanese-Iranian American, Roxana Saberi after a one-day secret trial from which even her attorney was barred from attending, I have felt a sick and shameful feeling overcome me. I feel sick that the land of my forefathers has become a place that I rarely feel proud of anymore when I watch the news. Why should I be surprised though? Haven’t thousands upon thousands before these two ladies been victims of a regime that cares nothing for the truth as long as it is able to pursue its twisted political agenda?>>>

آتش شرم مقّدّس

هموطن شعله ي عشقت ز آلامت پيداست
آتش شرم مقدّس ز پيامت بر پاست
پرده ي غفلت تاريخي ما خواهد سوخت
تا چنين آتش جاويد بپا در دل ماست
زاده ي آوروشي و دانش و دادش به سرت
لوحه اش زنده ز منشور حقوق بشرت
اين آه با ظلم رَوَد آبروي ايران است
آيد آن آبروي رفته به يمن اثرت >>>

Traveling Friend

There is always a reason to travel
For beyond everything you see today
There is a tomorrow, a yesterday, a today and a forever
And for the night
A reflection lives in that beating of the moon’s heart
To reach you in a rainbow of strikes
Singing blue, silver and green >>>

Life Is A BITCH

life is a bitch. >>>