“ A society dies when it cares more about exhibiting infinite tolerance and empathy than invoking its survival instinct. It truly is that simple. “ @GadSaad
Iranians in Los Angeles
You know what to do!
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Mana Neyestani: “I drew this cartoon 4 years ago to criticise the hypocrisy of Western governments. Today, you can see how much stronger it has become, especially in the behavior of European statesmen... Shame on you!”
Whether or not Europe stands with us, whether or not your journalists do their jobs, whether or not your politicians demonstrate the courage to act, I will fight for my people and my country.
"Nightingale Over Tehran"
(from @soundmojo's forthcoming ERAN: Iran Reclaimed)
My heart lies numb beneath foreign skies
A quiet ache I can’t disguise
The streets I knew still call my name
But distance turns love into flame.
Through fractured lines your voices bleed
In whispered prayers I cannot heed
A mother weeps where shadows fall
And I am here… and hear it all.
I drink from time, from memory’s vine
But exile is a bitter wine
No dream, no sleep, no borrowed grace
Can take me back to that sacred place.
Oh nightingale, sing over Tehran
Carry their souls where I cannot stand
Through ash and silence, through endless cries
Tell them we see them, we won’t close our eyes.
If hope is fading, if hearts grow still
Let your song climb the silent hills
And if I falter, if I lose sight
Sing me back to the edge of light.
January burned in crimson air
A thousand ghosts still linger there
Shoes left empty, voices gone
A nation wounded… yet holding on.
I see their faces in every crowd
Defiant, broken, unbowed, unbowed
And I sit safe in borrowed peace
While their suffering does not cease.
I close my eyes but cannot flee
The weight of what they ask of me
To speak, remember, not let go
To carry a truth they’ll never know.
Oh nightingale, sing over Tehran
For those who fell, for those who stand
Through blood and sorrow, through fear and flame
Let history echo every name.
If tomorrow trembles, far from sight
Be their voice in the longest night
And if I break beneath the weight
Sing me back before it’s too late
Was it a dream… or waking grief?
This distant calm, this stolen relief
What right have I to breathe, to be
While they are chained and I am free?
Yet still a spark refuses death
It flickers softly with each breath
For even in the darkest night
A song can outlive endless night.
Oh nightingale, don’t fade away
Not yet, not now, there’s more to say
For every voice they tried to still
Echoes louder, echoes still.
And if one day the chains all fall
And freedom answers freedom’s call
I’ll find my way through tears and light
Guided by you… through endless night.
Was it a dream… or are they free?
Do I wake… or remember me?
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