Why I do it. In his own recently posted words. Please read to the end...
KS...Killer Shark/KiaroStami....King Solomon/Kaposi's Sarcoma..
"I am here, because I am you, your neighbor, your shame, your fear, your hate, your past, your present, your future, I am your mirror, I am the friend you once had, I am the person you betrayed, I am the person you stoned to death, I am the first stone cast, I am the child that hung until the red left his lips, I am the mother who had to claim the body of her child, I am the father that could never wash his son’s body, I am the cold winds that ran up your back when you sense injustice, I am the emotion that makes you stare with fright and intrigue at a person as his life leaves his body, I am everything you do not want to be, I am a Muslim, a Jew, a Mazdaki, a Christian, a Sufi, a Bahai, I am hate, I am love, I am anger, I am sorrow, I am hope, I am your denial, I am your efforts to distance yourself from Islam, I am your excuses, I am your broken grave stones, I am your unmarked graves, I am tears, I am the desire to send steel rain to the IRI, I am your vengeance, I am your desire for a pound of flesh, I am your desire to distinguish yourself from Arabs, I am your contradictions, I am unfair, I am your humanity on a cusp, I am your irrational desires, I am your divorces, I am your failed efforts at love abroad, I am your failed attempted to fit-in, I am your changed names so it can be pronounced, I am your efforts to include your non-Iranians friends in the conversation, I am thousands of souls that never came back from the War – I am you! "
I am your laughter as the warm waters of the Caspian crashes against your feet leaving a million water nymphs squirming under and over your feet, I am your request and desire to stop and get warm, fresh kolocheh as you arrive in Mazandaran, I am the pain that brings a smile to your face as you walk over sharp seashells trying to reach the water, I am the purple skies over Perspolis, I am the wait for the order of jegar with salt bought at the street vendor [jegaree], I am the pieces of seeds[tokhmeh] spat from the upper balcony over the heads of the audience sitting in looj, I am the barley soup with a piece of bread being eaten on a cool winter day after the movies at Cinema Takhteh Jamsheed, I am the laughter of kids at a school playground at zangeh tafreh, I am the inner urge to “gher” when you hear bab-karam, I am the anticipation for porshikee, I am that bastanee ghefee, I am that fires coming from the tumble weed at Chahar shanbe souree, I am the crisp new bills you got for nourouz, I am the nouneh khameayee sold near Majlis, I am your how you feel when you mother asks what you want her to make you for dinner, I am the deep snow in Hamedan, the dates on the ground on the streets of Bam, I am the round faloudeh Kerman, I am the best ash you had in Tabriz, I am the summers in Astara, I am the mountains of Alborz and Zagroos, I am the hot, hot summer muggy nights of Abadan, I am the korsee at your grandma’s house in the dead of winter, I am the first gojeh of the season, I am the night skies over the Kavir, I am you!
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If you have any further questions please ask yourself first before you ask me. Thank you.
Rosie/Robin/Roxane/Roushan
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