Autumn

It’s easily my favourite time of the year; it feels so calm and a little sad. I think that’s always been the state where I’ve found the most peace. I remember it very well from childhood. I remember standing on our garden on a September evening, the sun going down and the air getting cold, listening to the quiet. It always seemed to be quiet then. Just the sounds of the wind in the trees and the occasional car in the distance. I’d sit and play with the grass. Just touching it and thinking of it as something alive. I still often do. It would strangely take a huge burden from me to think that one day it will die and that so will everything else. Knowing things die. That there’s so much pain and inevitable heartache in the world that will come from loss. It made me calm, then it made me happy, because no matter what you will one day lose you have it right now and that’s beautiful.

Iran

Tonight the sound of God is Greater can be heard louder and louder than previous nights

Where is this?!

Where is this place where everything has been blocked?

Where is this place where people are just shouting the name of God?

Where is this place where the sound of God is Greater can be heard louder and louder? Everyday Im just waiting to see if there will be more and louder voices at nights?

My body trembles ...and I wonder if God trembles too?

Where is this where weve been imprisoned so innocently?

Where is this where no one gives us a helping hand?!

Where is this place, where we are getting our voices heard worldwide through our silence? Where is this place where the blood of its young people is shed on the streets..., where people stand and pray on their blood?

Where is this place where its people are named Gangsters & Thugs?!

Where is this?

This is Iran. This is my land and yours!

This is Iran

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Night 16

My eyes see nothing but your loveliness;
Apart from you no thought enters my heart,
For every thought of mine is fixed on you;
In your love is my death and my rebirth.

The Arabian Nights
Translated by Malcom Cameron Lyons.

Mathilde