Archive - Oct 26, 2009

A Culture of Death

Thirty-one years ago, a few months after the 1979 Revolution, the generals and close associates of the Shah, including his long time PM Amir Abbas Hoveyda, were shot to death without trial. The crowds cheered. When the father of the Rezai brothers, was asked to fire the shots, he refused. He was not a killer even though three of his own sons, members of the Mujahedin-e Khalq, had been killed under the Shah. One of those generals was Hassan Pakravan who had long been retired at the time of his execution>>>

I am not a pomegranate

I started writing plays and doing theatre long before I had heard the term Diaspora. To me, the most important motivation for doing theatre was being part of the efforts to build a community in Berkeley. A few years after the revolution, many of us in the Iranian community were politically active. We all met on a weekly basis to discuss political issues. Typically, close to 40 of us gathered in one of UC Berkeley’s classrooms to discuss an abstract subject, like how many stages the future Iranian revolution would have or what mode of production was dominant in the Soviet Union>>>

تلفن زدم

برای یک دورهء آموزشی یک ماه در شهر دیگری سکونت داشتم. یکی از همکلاسی هام یک زن لاغر و قد بلند و زیبا بود. اسمش زو بود. از روز اولی که دورهء ما شروع شد باهم دوست شدیم. خیلی شوخ طبع و با مزه بود و خیلی با هم می خندیدیم. صبح ها از هتل محل اقامتمان تا ساختمان شرکتی که کلاسها در آن تشکیل می شد پیاده میرفتیم و غروب ها با سایر هم کلاسی ها به شام می رفتیم. وقتی هفتهء سوم دورهء ما آغاز شد، اتفاق عجیبی افتاد>>>

جنگیدن با باورهای مذهبی مردم کاری بیهوده است

در برابر عظمت خیره کننده جهان هستی چه در بزرگی و چه در کوچکی که منصفانه عقل و دانش ما در برابر این عظمت مثل قطره ای در دریاست و یا مغز ما در درک کامل این عظمت و بی نهایتی مثل عقل مورچه ای در برابر محیط خودش است. >>>

The Orange 'n Torange Girl (5)

"Yes!" The wicked girl shouted and threw herself into his arms. A stench of blood rising from her skin pierced his bones and sent a chill down his spine. The Prince shook his head vigorously to clear his mind of this horrid sensation. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve and took a deep breath, brushed imaginary dust off his shirt and smothered a sigh of frustration. Then he picked up the girl and set her on his horse. Turning back and glancing around, he saw the slim torange sapling leaning towards the sun. He pulled it out of the ground and tied it to his horse>>>

قائمه های منفرجه

گفتم دلم را از قفسه ی سینه ام در بیاورم تا شاید اشک های انباشته ام سرریز بشود ولی نشد. گفتم از هم پاشیده شوم تا شاید فرجی شود ولی نشد. آلیسون نگاهم کرد و گفت؛ بهترین کار این است که وقتی از هم متلاشی می شوی به سمت رودخانه ی مرزی بروی و چهار پاره تن ات را به چهار سوق پرت کنی و از فکر همه ی کوچه های بن بست بیرون بیایی چون بهترین کار همینی است که من پیشنهاد کرده ام.>>>

Ahhhh

Silence your voice in my ears
I long to hear sweet music;
Wipe off your stagnant feature
From my mind's canvas, for
I long to paint a joyful smile >>>

A bagger who became a cruel king, president and leader in the same time.

He wanted to kill all people who can think properly and keep those who just admire him and worship him and kiss his feet, hands and ass>>>