At the threshold of the Revolution With a magnifier on your eye And a chisel and a hammer in your hands You bent your back for hours And engraved joyfully The frowning face of the ayatollah Tap by tap On a copper plate And hung it on the wall.
Alas, three years later In Railroad Park You sat next to me in grief. You put on your eyeglasses And read me your daughter’s will Word by word. I heard in your voice The sound of bullets One by one And told myself: What’s upon us Came from us.
Copyright 2021 Majid Naficy
In the 1970s, Majid Naficy was politically active against the Shah’s regime. However, after the 1979 Revolution, the new regime began to suppress the opposition, and many people, including Majid’s first wife Ezzat Tabaian and his brother Said were executed. He fled Iran in 1983 and spent a year and a half in Turkey and France. Majid then settled in Los Angeles where he lives with his son, Azad. Majid is the author of many books in Persian and in English including Father & Son (Red Hen, 2003).
Javad Tabaian, the artist engraving on metal, Isfahan, 2011