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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.

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