Archive - Jun 21, 2009 - Article

Neda's Song

Her name was Neda, she was only 16
She was a young girl who got caught in between
A bullet and her flesh and some place serene
And now Iran will never be as it’s been
 
Her name was Neda and she wanted to show
That fear of death wouldn’t keep her below
And now all of you will come to know
How far Iran’s people are willing to go >>>

For Neda ...

I too saw Neda, the brave Iranian young woman who went out on street to show her face and protest and yes I too saw hor brutally and savagely slaughtered by a sniper right in her heart to be taken away from the midst of all that is happening across Iran but more importantly from the friendly warm and secure arms of her father and the rest of her family, along with all the other Fallen Angels. I look at her, see her eyes wide open, looking to the sky, not knowing or even realizing what was happening to her, I feel her eyes, I feel and hear her thoughts, her last silent scream for help and for hope to live. I hear her voice, I see her eyes, see her blood and am hurt, deeply, deeper than ever I could 've imagined, in my heart, in my trust, in my beliefs and in my dreams and in my future and in that of all of us>>>

It’s Your Business and No One Else’s!

Those who care to know about your objection to the 22 Khordad 1388/12 June 2009 presidential election results outside of Iran are well aware of the situation. They also know the response that you have received since it is well reported by all media outlets and video clips you post on-line. As an Iranian-born, child of the revolution, historian, teacher, and defender of freedom I ask you to look only within yourselves to help find the necessary remedies to solve your issue... Neither I nor any other person, irrespective of their genuine desire, can ask foreign powers to meddle into your affairs at this very sensitive time in history. Power to the People and Remember the Past! >>>

Can't Keep a Good People Down

The people may have taken to the streets under the excuse of the elections, and may have been encouraged by the rhetoric of the 'reformist' camp in favor of some breathing room in the suffocating political and cultural atmosphere imposed on them, but they have forced the debate further. They are openly, and in millions across the country, questioning the legitimacy of the establishment, represented at the moment by Ahmadinejad. The people, in short, have moved beyond Mousavi and the reformists, but are still willing to go along with the tactics formulated by reformist leaders; for the moment>>>

جبهه بندی

گویند در آن لحظه که پیکر بیگناهی بر خاک می افتد، از قطره قطره خون سرخش فریاد حق برمیخیزد. گویند از چکه چکه اشک مادران سوگوار، آه فرشتگان شنیده میشود. گویند زمین و زمان زوزۀ عدل سر میدهند. گویند لاله ای در صحرا می دمد. گویند شیون شهروندی تخت ستم را میلرزاند. گویند زمزمه ها به هیولای ازل می انجامد. گویند ملتی بپاه میخیزد. ایران من بار دیگر صحنۀ آشوب است. مام میهن از نو شاهد قیام فرزندان وطن است و دگر بار آشفتۀ سرانجام دلیران بی نام و مضطرب گمشدگان تاریخ معاصر است. ایران زمین طالب حقوق بشر است. پیروان خط امام از کردار زشت دیروزها، از قتل عام زندانیان سیاسی، از چپاول ثروت ملی، از تاخت و تاز سی ساله اشان گریخته اند و با گفتار نیک خویش، اصلاح طلبان امروزه گشته اند. سیدان سبز گستر حامیان ستمدیدگان شده اند. ادعای رهبری نهضت نو را دارند. امید لقمه نانی، پایان بی کاری، و تشنگی عدالت اجتماعی را دامن میزنند>>>

The elegant revolution

What I saw today was the most elegant scene I had ever witnessed in my life. The huge number of people were marching hand in hand in full peace. Silence. Silence was everywhere. There was no slogan. No violence. Hands were up in victory sign with green ribbons. People carried placards which read: Silence. Old and young, man and woman of all social groups were marching cheerfully. This was a magnificent show of solidarity. Enghelab Street which is the widest avenue in Tehran was full of people. I was told that the march has begun in Ferdowsi Sq. and the end of the march was now in Imam Hossein Sq. to the further east of Tehran while on the other end people had already gathered in Azadi Sq. The length of this street is about 6 kilometers. The estimate is about 2 million people>>>

Stepping Stone to Over-Throw

The warnings of Iran’s Supreme leader showed that the plans of the current social crisis, executed now by Mir Hossein Mousavi and other players such as U.S.-inspired loosely-knit networks of “Iran experts” in lock-step with the lieutenants of U.S. and British corporate media, and battalions of foot soldiers - monarchists, Mojahedin-Khalq terrorists and disenchanted pro-western Iranians - were conceived long before the recent presidential election. The election of June 12, 2009 provided these well-financed and well-equipped strata with unprecedented opportunities to carry out the first stages of their “velvet revolution”. The crisis has de-stabilized the Islamic Republic of Iran by splitting the nation along class lines >>>

The Greenest of the Green Fields

My brain ordered my heart to keep politics and sports separate from each other as I was witnessing events so amazing from people so courageous. Football, is a passion, is love, is a way of life and has been my source of refuge in good days and bad nights. I will not mix the two I assured myself. In front of the world view, hidden behind the clicks of our mouse keys and behind the text messages of Tweeter, pages of FaceBook and videos of YouTube and iReporter, the “story” of a nation is being told. Every day as I let my pen run loose on paper and tell the stories of world cup qualifying matches, I wonder how the team melli players feel in their training camps. Wonder no more… >>>

جشن های سالگرد انقلاب ایندولند

همه حضار به مواضع اسب فرزند ملت که درارتفاع 20 متری بالاتر از سطح زمین نصب شده بود با چشمانی از حدقه در آمده نگاه میکردند. انگار همگی منتظر حادثه ای در سی امین سالگرد انقلاب بودند. سرانجام اسب فرزند ملت مثل کوه آتشفشانی به خروش آمد. از سوراخ زیر دم ، گلاب به رویتان، کثافتهای دقیقاً کوانتیزه شده و قالبی به بیرون می ریخت و در همان زمان، از همان آلتی که در زیر شکم قرار داشت، شاشیدن اسب فرزند ملت شروع گردید. باران کثافت و ادار اسب از ارتفاع بالا بر سر شرکت کنندگان میریخت و بوی گند آن همه فضای پایتخت و کشور را فرا گرفت. شبکه های خبری بین المللی ، به پخش مستقیم این رویداد پرداختند. مجسمه فرزند ملت وضعیت مضحکی یافته بود. همه اهالی پایتخت بعد از مدتها فرصتی برای خندیدن پیدا کرده بودند. فرزند ملت در جای خود میخکوب و همه یونیفرم شیک و براقش پر از کثافت اسب شده بود>>>