Don't cry for me Iran!

Don't cry for me Iran!
by Alahazrat Hajagha
23-Dec-2008
 

It was the time of a revolution in your history
the darkness was the destiny of my generation
happiness and prosperity were just memories

I was in love with light
I choose to fight with darkness
I started to run the road of hope

The road was not easy
The road is not easy
The road won't be easy

I am tired
I am hurt
I am burned

I miss the smell of my home
I miss the taste of pomegranates
I miss the sound of the Tar

I faced many challenges
I felt many sad moments
I heard many discriminations

I was alone
I was alone
I was alone

Now, after 12 years
Me and you
Son and mother
will meet

I won't tell you about
my sadness
my loneliness
my ...

and, you
don't cry for me
because after all these pains
I never stopped loving you

Balatarin
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American Wife

beautiful

by American Wife on Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:46 PM PST

simply lovely.


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IRANdokht

Safar Be Kheyr

by IRANdokht on Wed Dec 24, 2008 10:25 AM PST

What a beautiful poem.  I miss home and I miss my mom too. You touched my heart with those words and made me cry. when you wrap your arms around your mom count your blessings...

Safar be kheyr

IRANdokht


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Nazy Kaviani

اعلیحضرتا

Nazy Kaviani
Wed Dec 24, 2008 09:21 AM PST

اعلیحضرتا:

 به شکوفه ها، به باران

برسان سلام ما را

 سفر به خیر و سلامتی همایونی جان.


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I miss the taste of pomegranates

by Faribors Maleknasri M.D. (not verified) on Wed Dec 24, 2008 05:10 AM PST

Do you? Thanks Blessing of the revolution today you can get Pomegenerates in all over the world.
After a not negligible time one has spent in abroad better not go to Iran. You would not like it and they would not like it either. A middle way solution could be: one goes as tourist. However the paradise lays under the feet of Mom, as Iranians mean. They know holly maria as mother of jesus. So respectfull is a mother in Iran. The only mother they never accepted was the mother of the late majesty the king, the most last one. Greeting


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KitGilas

Alahazrat aziz...

by KitGilas on Wed Dec 24, 2008 02:11 AM PST

What a beautiful poem...

So much pain and longing and yet it turns up happily in the end.

I hope and wish and pray that your reunion will turn out beautiful.

Because you deserve it!!

Kit :)


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Dear Hajagha,

by Killjoy (not verified) on Tue Dec 23, 2008 04:51 PM PST

Intensely poignant!

Thanks for sharing.


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Monda

I wish you a wonderful journey

by Monda on Tue Dec 23, 2008 04:32 PM PST

into your past connections. I've been there, I know how difficult it's been for you. Thank you for letting me read your poem.


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Darius Kadivar

Beautiful Poem

by Darius Kadivar on Tue Dec 23, 2008 03:56 PM PST

Simple and Yet Profound.

Thanks for sharing.


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ebi amirhosseini

Ala Jaan !!

by ebi amirhosseini on Tue Dec 23, 2008 03:35 PM PST

So beautiful.Kiss her dearly,Hold her firmly,nothing can take the place of one's mom.I miss my mom dearly !.

Har che az del bar aayad. laajeram bar del neshinad !

 

Ebi aka Haaji


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