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Majid Naficy: Escape to Lesbos

In Ma’arra, the poet Abul ‘Ala
Was called a death-worthy infidel
And a thousand years after his death
His statue was beheaded.

June 7, 2023 · 6 Comments

Majid Naficy: Two Neighbors

The scent of chicken tahchin
Is wafting up to me
Through the window
And I know soon
She will knock at my door…

March 30, 2023 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: The Day Chador Is Not Forced 

The day will come when my sisters
No longer wear forced chadors.
Let that day be in summer
So that we can go for a picnic.

October 5, 2022 · 10 Comments

Majid Naficy: The Cypress of Abarkuh

Once with my father
I sat in its shade.
We were coming from Isfahan
And wanted to go to Ferdows
From the desert.

October 5, 2021 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: Kabul

But larks have not forgotten to fly
And grass still sprouts from the earth of Kabul
And rivers are replenished by the snows of Pamirs
And the groves of Samangan are filled with sounds of birds.

September 11, 2021 · 6 Comments

Kaveh Bassiri: Afterword

In the Quran, God taught Adam the names of all things. Even the angels didn’t know the names. Do we carry the weight of these words with us? Do they hold us responsible?

July 14, 2021 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: Khomeini’s Visit

My father never told us
That Khomeini had visited him
For medical treatment many years ago

July 6, 2021 · 13 Comments

Kaveh Bassiri: Writing Persian

During the hostage crisis, when I was Albanian,
my history teacher conceded, “You’ve to be born into English
to be its rightful citizen.” I wanted to be an American poet,
but was a Persian settler.

May 20, 2021 · 6 Comments

Majid Naficy: Censoring Love

Suddenly, I remember Ezzat
Who was shot in Evin Prison
And buried in the Cemetery of the Infidels
In a mass grave without any gravestones.

November 24, 2020 · 2 Comments

Video: Lunch Time

A 16-year-old Iranian girl has been notified by the local morgue to identify her mother’s body. Over the course of the next 15 minutes, this painful task proves to be more difficult than we could have ever imagined in Alireza Ghasemi’s engrossing and humanist portrait “Lunch Time.”

April 12, 2020 · 3 Comments

Majid Naficy: Corpse of the Revolution

I do not wait for poetry
But go in search of it
Because my wings are broken
And I am left far from my nest…

March 10, 2020 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: Visiting the Moon

I was fifteen years old
When I found the moon in the Biabanak sand dunes.

November 12, 2019 · Leave a comment

Choman Hardi: Homeland, what shall I do with you?

What shall I do with you, homeland?
What shall I do with all this blood?
Where shall I put you
to prevent you from filling my days
with damage and grief?

October 21, 2019 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Sweet Accent

I like the sweet accent
Heard on the stairs this morning:
Persian with a hint of American.

April 16, 2019 · Leave a comment

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