Eye of Hurricane


Who put my son Youssef on fire?

He must have a heart darker than oil


My daughter’s doll is a skull in Darfur


A woman half buried in the dirt

Showered with dark ages stones


The arm of a child

Smashed under the truck of righteousness

For stealing a loaf of bread


I can’t stop these images

Spinning and spinning around my head

In the calmness of my lonely cave


I know if I step out of my circle

Thousands of debris penetrates into my flesh


But a voice in my head repeats

Take the step

Take the step


Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
Meet your Persian Love Today!
Meet your Persian Love Today!