Art Project (with Tina Trofer)

Tomorrow is Saturday. Tomorrow is the day of destiny.
Tonight the shouts of Allah-o-Akbar are louder than any other night.
Where is this place? Where is this place that all the doors are shut?
Where is this place that its people’s only call is to God?
Where is this place that its cry of Allah-o- Akbar grows louder and louder every night?
Everyday, I wait for the night to hear the Allah-o-Akbars getting stronger
I am shivering. I don’t know. Maybe God is also shivering.

Where is this place that we are so oppressed in it?
Where is this place that nobody hears us out in it?
Where is this place that we have to shout out our voice to the world with silence?
Where is this place that the blood of its youth is spilled on the street, and some stand and pray in those same street?

They pray in those same blood covered streets.
Where is this place that its people are called troublemakers?
Where is this place? Let me tell you.
This is Iran. This is my homeland and your homeland.
This is Iran.

Friday 29 khordad 1388 (19th june 2009) – Poem of an iranian woman at night on the rooftop.


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