Sunday, November 27, 2011

Let Us Hope and Try to Stop the Violence against Women

It is in fact promising that a day has been dedicated to “Stop the Violence against Women”. But is that enough? I personally believe even dedicating a week to this cause wouldn’t be enough. The whole year maybe? Perhaps that would be effective, and that would actually do some good. Reminding people every day, what women all over the world have been going through, throughout the history and even today, to this very day - in this technological, modernized era-just because instead of urinating through penis, they urinate through vagina. And I strongly believe this is the only difference between men and women. Yet ironically enough, the only reason that one specific gender has to always suffer and be pushed down to the background of the male-dominated system. Needless to say, I don’t believe in any of the cliché, force-fed myths about the characteristics of human beings based on their body organs: No, I don’t believe women are necessarily more sensitive than men, because of not having a penis. Neither do I believe they are more envious creatures than men. Honestly I can’t even imagine how envy can be related to one’s body organs. I don’t even think men are necessarily physically stronger than women. It is just a well-fed and well-established illusion that the system has pushed us to buy and act on it. And so we have.

How can one write “pain”? One can only feel pain. One can only suffer and stay silent because it does not even occur to her that she has the right to stand up for herself, to speak up and complain about the “pain”; for the simple reason that the “law” does not support her. Even the whole society could look down to her and shut her up. That is why she stays silent her whole life. However I know this is getting much better in the Western countries. I know if a woman’s right gets violated in those countries, the law and the society are supposed to try their best to support her. But my main focus here is on the women in underdeveloped countries –such as my own country: Iran. As a middle-class young woman, I have been dealing with all the logical fears I suffer from, just because I urinate through my vagina and still live in Iran. At times I find myself speechless after hearing the daily news: Female Student Being Stabbed by her Vengeful Lover, Jealous Suitor Throws Acid at the Girl’s Face, Female Student Getting Raped by the Male Clerk, and so on and so forth. This is why at times I get hysterical just by walking on the crowded streets of the city. And I can feel the hysteria, the fear of other women as well as my own. Female gender knows and smells fear all the time. Yet it hopelessly seems we can never overcome it, we can never defeat it. The violence is everywhere; on the streets, in our families, in our friends’ families, in our past, in our news, in our nightmares, in our future. We just can’t ignore it; that’s why the wisest thing to do is to be always on guard. To always obey your fear. And to turn into this fearful, insecure, obedient, weak, impotent female creature that the system wants you to be. We just can’t defeat the system, can we?

Or let me see, let’s be optimistic for a minute, let’s have some hope, let’s believe in a bright future, a future without all kinds of violence against some specific gender -against some specific body organ. Let us remind every woman of her basic human rights. Let us make women express their fears, their desires, themselves. Even let’s change the law, the misconceptions about female (and even male) genders, let’s erase all the evil, insane myths about women -which have obviously had no logical reasons but to push women down, to fade them into the background of the male-dominated world. Let us talk and inform and support this change. Let us try. Because we have this duty. We owe this to ourselves, to our lives and to our future. And by “we” I don’t only mean “women”, by “we” I mean all the human beings regardless of their gender; each and every human being who believes in equality and a safer world and a brighter future for the human race.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


As far as I’m concerned
This has nothing to do
With love, or madness;
Or the tall man
Staring at me
From behind
smelling like olives
and my twisted dream
when I was a child-

Childhood is a swift perception
of how to lie and survive.
Dealing with my sins now,
I’m happily entombed
in my deadly boredom
and my daily lies.

But the tall man
Shall take his olives someplace else
I am done with shiny olives
And betraying vodka.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

The Wrong Place

So you’ve come
With a promise
And a painting
Only to make me smile.

But this is not a love song,
I’m too old at heart
To write any love songs:

I’ve seen planes
And people
Crashing into walls;
I’ve seen cigarettes
Being put out on skin,
And blood.
I’ve seen humanity
Extinguished by war.

I’ve seen pain
In shiny smiles.

So no,
Here’s not a place
To write any love song.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Under the Sun

Under the burning sun
Is it sane to confess
That I crave the rain?

You are my rain
Rain on my fever
Cure my disease
That science couldn’t bear.

In this broad daylight
Is it safe to confess
That I desire the darkness?

For I can see you in darkness
Where everything else is dark and dead
-where I can worship this shame-
I can touch your invisibility,
And your pure vagueness
With my very fingers.

Now let us just talk for a while
-in this broad daylight-
About art and insomnia
With our jealous hearts
And burnt
Under this sadistic sun.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Charming yet Empty

On that strange day
When I sold my soul
To both god and the devil,
I knew I would have you
For a day.

Another day,
Would be shameless.

But these days,
Your weeping
Sounds tedious
As Heaven.
-forgiveness is not my nature-

I won’t leave you tonight,
I’ll leave you tomorrow
When the sun is bright,
And my heart isn’t playing drums.

And you had better
Forget about
The dead slogan
Charming yet empty,
Lying on the bed.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Method Disturbed

At three A.M.
When you come out your nest
I fall deep down in pain;
You, sweet madness
Sweet secrecy
On this blatant planet,
Oh my bitter freedom,
When did it all happen?
You, stuck all over my brain
My bed
My desk
My burnt papers
My poems in red;

When did it all happen:
My self-deception:
To trick myself
into washing you away
With all the shame
And people’s horrific criticism,
Oh I only socialize in hell;

And would you dare
My conservative misery
To play more of this game?
For your sly soul
Your fervent jeans
Your tan hands
Playing piano
Playing my body
And painting my soul
Are disturbing my method.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

The Lady in Black

Stop moaning
For your husband,
You are now, my lady in black;

Your black heels are piercing
His grave
-the cruel concept of fidelity-
And my burning brain;

My lady in black
Dance your delicate fingers
through my bones,
My skin,
my insanity –of which I hope I won’t be healed-

I swear to your scent
Your husband has decayed
Six feet under:
indifferent, unable to hear-
As your velvet body
is tearing your brick dress
Under my restless fingers.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Some Sort of Introduction -Escape?

This is probably the only promise I'm not going to break: I will only post my English poems here; and nothing else.