Archive - Jun 2011 - Article

Rest in peace, gallant sister

We - Arabs, Iranians, Afghans, Africans, Asians, etc - are in an inaugural moment of our renewed claims to our history, humanity and dignity. Today in the streets of Tehran, Kabul, Baghdad, Damascus, Cairo, Tunis, Tripoli, Sanaa, Manama, and scores of other major and minor cities from the Atlantic to the Indian Ocean, our people are busy writing the allegorical parables of our future claims on who and how and what we are. Our people are writing new legends, crafting new metaphors, coining neologism for our emerging poetries>>>

500,000 or 5 Million?

If you go with the official count (which is the one that counts for anything you want or think you deserve from the US government), then off or accurate, like it or not, the 400k number is going to be it. And that makes us 0.13% (or 1 tenth of one percent) of the US population. Or, smaller than the Viet-Namese, the Filipinos, and of course much smaller than the Chinese. All the Asians combined are less than 7% of the US population>>>

Big Fuss Over Nothing

Recently, I noticed an email in my inbox which had the name of Anousheh Ansari on it. Soon after a glance, I realized that, this is something that must have been sent to all Iranian dot com members whose email addresses have been generously given to NIAC and supplied to others to spread their propaganda and present themselves as a real force for making any change in regards with American policies towards Iran. Before I go any further, I need to write a few words about Ms Ansari whose name appeared on an email sent to me without me asking for it>>>

بد حجاب

آی مردمان خفته به بالین سرد نادانی‌!
چشم بگشایید
و ببینید
دختران این سرزمین را
شیرزنان شیرین وار >>>

چه کسی ما را به مدارا خواهد خواند؟

خبر آنقدر ناگوار و یکباره بود که باورش را نا ممکن می کرد: هاله سحابی درگذشت. با بهت روبروی این صفحه لعنتی کامپیوتر نشسته بودم و در حرکت های عصبی لابلای صفحه ها ی ایننترنتی دنبال تکه خبرهایی میگشتم که راوی مرگ عزیزی بودند. تکرار خبر قطعیت فاجعه بود. هاله تصویر پدر در آغوش گرفته بود تا پیکر عزیز او را که چراغ زندگی اش بود به خاک بسپارد که زیر ضربه ها و دشنام های ماموران حکومتی از پار درآمد، قلب پاکش از ضربان ایستاد و هلاک شد>>>

Last Drop

Our failure to unite, our failure to accept our differences and rally under one flag, our failure to create a viable leadership for the opposition, our failure to meet the courage of those who have more of it than we do, our failure as an united opposition is responsible for her tragic death. It is this that I mourn. This helplessness that I feel, this paralyzing distance that separates me from the hallowed ground on which Haleh and others have shed their blood is why I weep>>>

مبارزه برای آزادی «زندانیان وجدان»

به جرأت می‌توان گفت که امروز کمتر زندانی سیاسی یا عقیدتی در دورافتاده‌ترین نقطه جهان است که نام عفو بین‌الملل را نشنیده باشد و یا اگر نام یک زندانی سیاسی یا عقیدتی به این سازمان برسد سازمان برای احقاق حقوق او مبارزه نکند. محوری‌ترین طریق این مبارزه در عین حال ساده‌ترین آن نیز هست: نامه‌نویسی اعضا به مقامات یک کشور برای آزادی یا تأمین حقوق زندانی و یا به خود زندانی برای اعلام همدردی و تقویت روحیه او>>>

Fathers

God bless the typical Iranian fathers for they are far better than they seem, far less appreciated than they deserve, and are changing so fast that they could qualify as an endangered species. In Iran, we didn’t have a Father’s Day because back then, every day seemed to belong to him. In our family, my father was God and my brothers the saints, sent down to save the rest of us. We obeyed, showed respect and showered him with love all the time, but celebrate him one day a year? You must be kidding>>>

می ترسم

می ترسم از نبودنت...
و از بودنت بیشتر!
نداشتن تو ویرانم میكند...
و داشتنت متوقفم! >>>