شعر
شعری هزل-درد برای شهید ستار بهشتی
by شیده نگار
خدا بی "خیال" ترین مردهاست، به غرعان
که "خاطر" ندارد چه رفته، چه رود به ایران
خدا چشم ندارد، گوش هم نه، به غرعان
ندیده چه دید مادر ستار، نشنید این همه زاران
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شعر
مهمان خیال ماست دلدار امشب
بر چشم حسود میرود خار امشب
من هستم و یار و فرصت شرح فراق
یارب در صبح بسته میدار امشب
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NOVEL
by Michael Hossein Tirgan
I recently published a book,
Goodbye Iran which is the true story of two young men, Hossein and Hamid, and a young woman, Afsaneh, who in 1983 decide to escape from the repressive and institutionalized land of their birth in search of a better life. The book follows them on their real-life journey, full of difficult decisions, intense joys, and bitter disappointments as they set sail to say goodbye to Iran forever
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NOVEL
Shafak ditches clichés to provide the other side of the story
As children, my friends and I had no shortage of inventive, novel, and ingenious obscenities to hurl at each other. However, nothing stung as much as being called a
namard (lit. ‘non-man’) or
bi-gheyrat (lit. ‘honourless’). Similarly, while one might not have made much of another’s anger or frustration, the minute the word
namoos (honour) was uttered, you knew things were going to get ugly. Elif Shafak’s latest novel tells the story of the Toprak family, and the troubles that befall them after an illicit extra-marital affair takes place
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POETRY
Emily Dickinson calls “hope” a bird
Who has perched in her soul
And without asking for seeds
Sings incessantly.
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POETRY
Say ants.
What made them small is time.
They are old.
They've seen catastrophes
that dwarf all our storms combined,
seen burning heat, bitter cold.
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THEATER
by Torange Yeghiazarian
In 1990, I auditioned for an acting program in New York and the very thoughtful and pragmatic teacher informed me that I would never be cast as a lead on the American stage. I would only be considered for domestic help parts or minor support roles. His reasons were my “ethnic” looks and my accent. The accent I could be coached out of but there was little I could do about my looks. His message, as I heard it was to basically give up on a career in professional theater in the US; his “American stage” had no room for someone like me
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POETRY
Unexpectedly, sun is rising on your shoulders
As you come from a long road of battle
While the blood is flowing from our ears
With the bad news penetrating day by day in our soul
While sorrow caves in on our lips and our chest
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شعر
در حضرت تو غرق گناهم ای دوست
روی سیه ام بود گواهم ای دوست
از موی سپید خود ندیدم ثمری
من ماندم و این روی سیاهم ای دوست
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پاییز
آلبوم عکس با الهام از مهدی اخوان ثالث
by
Shazde Asdola Mirza >>>
STORY
Zari Jan played the Bride and Groom game 27 times
by Belgheis Soleimani
Zari Jan was 36 and not yet married. Her younger brother left for the West to study and she was finally free as a bird. She proposed first, to Agha Farzin, the sandwich guy, then to Ahmad Agha – the fruit seller in the neighborhood.
From morning to dusk, Zari Jan would stand by the bridal shop in the town square and stare so hard you could just cry. Finally a family meeting was called. Her old mother begged all her children to find a solution
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POETRY
The night is half over in Texas
And it is past midnight in New York.
The day is opening its eyes in Sweden
Only in the City of Angels
Does the night not leave me alone
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شعر
من رایام را به زباله دان ِ بطلان ٔبر نخواهم ریخت.
من با شما
-ای بانیان ِ خون به کامی نسلها ! -
پیمان ِ هم روی نخواهم بست
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شعر
یار آمده ای درد دگر جای تو نیست
ای مرگ برو که جای یغمای تو نیست
امشب گل روی دوست مهمان من است
ای غصه برو، غصه فردای تو نیست
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شعر
فردا
پشتِ دروازۀ شهر جمعشدند صدها
حقجوی و كینهخواه
خدایان میخندیدند
راهیان از غلظتِ نور
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ARTIST
Afsoon has become somewhat of a household name in the contemporary Middle Eastern art world
Like her outfit, Afsoon’s studio, nay –
atelier - is something of magic and wonder. Though bare and somewhat industrial in its appearance, and possessing the unassuming exterior of a residential flat, the place is anything but dull. Aside from her signature colourful collages splayed out on the floor for the consideration of yours truly, I was struck by the myriad oddities and eccentricities that had turned a corner of her studio into some sort of fantastic shrine
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مهاجر
You are refused - «تقاضای تو رد شده»
من همون جایی که وایساده بودم خشکم زد. انگار دوش آب سرد و آب جوش همزمان روی سرم وا شدن. دست دراز کردم و کاغذها رو برداشتم. چشمام تار میدیدن. از میون اشکهایی که هنوز سرازیر نشده بودن دیدم اسمی که رو تقاضانامه بود، اسم من نبود. نفسم دوباره بالا اومد. دنیا که جلو چشمم تاریک شده بود، دوباره روشن شد
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شعر
ای وای دلم که رفته از دست دلم
هرکس که بدل نشست بشکست دلم
دیوانه دلم اگر کمی عاقل بود
افسار گسسته دل نمی بست دلم
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فیلم
تصویر ایران عزیز با قدرت تمام
در یک روز پاییزی تورونتو و در یک جمع خصوصی، فیلم سینمایی «پرویز» به کارگردانی مجید برزگر را دیدم. فیلمی که این روزها مشغول کسب جوایز از فستیوال های مهم دنیا است. سعید آرمند تهیه کننده ایرانی- کانادایی، در آغاز فیلم از لحظات تلخ و شیرین ساختن فیلم مستقل در ایران گفت و فیلم شروع شد
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