Dear God: You know that we Iranian people are working hard to make sense of the unfolding events back home that hurt our souls constantly You know that we are trying to comprehend the tyranny forced upon us, the bemoaning culture put on our shoulders, and the intricate retrogression You know that we are fearful…
Category: Poetry
Poems are our old ancient language.
Woman in the Refuge Camp
In our refugee camp I met this woman everyday disturbed clearly sad She had no name she had lost her soul A soul without peace her peace out of see she walked and walked inside the borders of the green land to turn days into the nights and nights into the days The motionless life…
My Great Grandmother
My Great Grandmother Forogh Cobra Astaneha (1915-1987) Wisdom she had plenty of My great grandmother I’ve never met Brave and strong, she was a warrior With immense respect for herself and others Or to say “tender” Grace she had plenty of Had a taste for all the good Or to have “style” She always wore…
Growth
Conceptualizing Growth is healthy. How? That day came again My heart was laughing That day came again The familiar early morning breeze Whispering love poem in my ear I lived again And I developed And I learned to walk again Do not ask me how As we do it differently We do it individually Me,…