Iran.
The land onto which I was born..
Iran.
A country which many people, out of ignorance, scorn.
Iran.
Fertile grounds enriched with the golden spice.. Saffron.
Iran.
Rich in music, textiles and Oil.. Which so many countries wish they would have won.
Iran.
It’s people.. A tapestry of colorful cultures interwoven with an inviting hospitality like no other…
Iran.
Where Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter bloom.
Iran.
Where a deep desert stretches its arms while it’s snowy mountain peaks reach towards the sun at noon.
Iran.
The birthplace of Beloved souls Rumi, Hafez, Googoosh, Arianpour, Jobrani, Ebadi.. Zoroaster.. so so many others..
Iran.
It’s children with ancient eyes.. smiling.. covering up hurt like a disguise..
Iran.
It’s Islamic Government that only cares for itself, grown powerful through manipulation, control and acts of silent violence because no other Government really truly could bother.
Iran.
A country where women are oppressed, beaten and tortured for their gender.
Iran.
A President that claims… Gays do not exist… That is because he kills gays with his Iron fist.
Iran.
A Religious Government which strips people of their freedom of speech.
Iran.
Where in addition to secular studies, religious studies are a requirement which teachers are forced to teach.
Iran.
Where the government bans unmarried men and women from walking together in the street.
Iran.
In the eyes of college students there is a free bird flying in the face of defeat.
Iran.
The place where with one look at a protest.. .. A lovely girl was killed.. Bah Yek Nega.. Her name was Neda.
Iran.
Will I ever return to the land where I first ever laid my feet?
Iran.
I will run to you with lightening speed.
When the power of love overcomes the thirst for greed.
Iran.
Written by Sepi Copyright (c) July 11, 2012.
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