Here is a simple but shattering poem delivered with all the sensitivity of a poet speaking her words as she feels them pulsating through her body. Her film shows the depth of the darkness that falls on her people as they chant Allah-o Akbar into the heavy emptiness of the night.
Transcript of the English subtitles from Youtube
This is Iran
Friday the 19th of June, 2009
Tomorrow, Saturday
Tomorrow is a day of destiny
Tonight the cries of Allah-o Akbar
are heard louder and louder than the nights before
Where is this place?
Where is this place where every door is closed?
Where is this place where people are simply calling God?
Where is this place where the sound
of Allah-o Akbar gets louder and louder?
I wait every night to see if the sounds will get louder
and whether the number increases
It shakes me
I wonder if God is shaken
Where is this place where
so many innocent people are entrapped?
Where is this place where no one comes to our aid?
Where is this place where only with our silence
we are sending our voices to the world?
Where is this place where where the young shed blood
and the people go and pray?
Standing on that same blood and pray…
Where is this place where the citizens
are called vagrants?
Where is this place?
You want me to tell you?
This place is Iran.
The homeland of you and me
This place is Iran.
1 Comment
June 25, 2009 at 8:27 AM
I feel her loss only in that i still have what she does not.
Lenne