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And I Become a Woman Stoned
Night falls and A bed, without breath, without lust, Buries me in itself. Morning rises and the repetitious dawn, With the tip of the nail pounding on my window pane. The day rises, and, Time has issued a heavy sentence. The sun bites itsnails as it peers at me At how the stones are falling… →
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Love
Lingering silently in your gripI fall on your faceI spread myselfOn your eyesOn your cheeks, on your lips,And I slipIn an uninterrupted fall Drop by drop,I hang below your chin,On your eyelashes,Stick to your hair.You wipe your faceAt the momentOf my final drops. Oh that it would not be so cruel To bring an end… →
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In heritor of Sin
Sleep, Mina! Sleep softly. Magnificent lady, Queen of unparalleled honor, Sleep! There is no cure for your cursed error. In my dreams, you are resurrected. Of sin that was a consequence of love, Ofthe rejection of a mother by her children, Of the pitiful nature of crueltysuffered by a woman in love, I am terrified.… →
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Dance of Freedom
Take down the walls The girls want to dance. Open the windows The mothers want to water the flowers. Empty the streets The children want to smile driving their colored cars. Open the doors The fathers want to play music. Take away the borders From China to America From Arbil to Sidney. Open the ways,… →
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Is There Anyone?
Is there anyone in the foreign landTo caress the pessimistic body of the journey?Is there anyone to weave hair of the distance andSweep up this journey’s unending stories?Is there anyone to tell me again of the confusion of your eyesWithout censoring the dying of your gaze? →
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ئوتوبوسێك ده‌مبات!
ئوتوبوسێك ده‌مبات! به‌ره‌و ئه‌و رۆژانه‌ێ له ئامێزێ دڵدارێكدا خۆم هه‌ڵواسێبوو ئوتوبووسێك ئه‌مشه‌و موچرِكه داێده‌گرێت ئه‌مشه‌و ژنێك خۆێ به سه‌فه‌ردا هه‌ڵده‌واسێت ئوتوبوسێك فرمێسكه‌كانێ ژنێك به‌ره‌و وڵاتێكێ بێ ناو و نێشان ده‌بات، ئوتوبوسێك وا ده‌مبات، به جاده‌ێه‌كدا كه پرِه له نهێنێه‌كانێ ژنێكێ زكپڕ پرِه له نوقم بوونێ سه‌فه‌رێك له نێو جه‌سته‌ی ژنێكدا جاده پرِه، پرِه، پره،… →
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The Kitchen
It’s not a bad place, the kitchen, Rather a realm of powerful significance. It’s the land whose rulers add The spices of love, compassion, and justice To everyday life. It’s a place where the blessings of life Stick to the bottom of pots and pans, And grandmother’s brewed tea is sipped honestly. The birthplace of… →
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Our Share?
Arise! Perhaps a glance is not even my share of life So I smile to the wrinkle under your eyes. Arise! What is our share from this land, That we cannot give birth to a kiss for dancing? →
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ئازادی رۆژنامەگەری لە کوردستان
تووێژی رۆژنامەی ئاڵای ئازادی لەگەڵ نارینوتووێژی رۆژنامه ی ئاڵای ئازادی لەگەڵ نارین محەمەدی نارین محه‌مه‌دی کچه رۆژنامه‌وان‌و هونه‌رمه‌ند‌و چالاک له‌بواری مافه‌کانی ژنان‌و مافی مرۆڤ‌و منداڵان‌و چالاکه مه‌ده‌نییه‌کان له‌دیدارێکی ئاڵای ئازادیدا ده‌ڵێت “پاش هاتنی ئه‌حمه‌دی نه‌ژاد بارودۆخه‌که بۆ چالاکانی مه‌ده‌نی ئاڵۆزبوو، زۆربه‌یان ده‌ستگیرو خانه‌نشنکران، منیش بۆ پاراستنی خۆم له‌زیندان‌و ئه‌شکه‌نجه په‌نام هێنا بۆ کوردستان‌و ئێستاش له‌ده‌ره‌وه‌ی… →
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هێشتا پیاوسالاریی کەلتووری هەموو دونیایە
سازادانی: پایزە ئەحمەد، ماڵپەڕی ئەمڕۆ لەوڕۆدا زۆربەی پیاوان – هەر یەکەو بە گوێرەی بیروباوەڕی خۆی – بە گفتار دان بە یەکسانیی نێوان ژنان و پیاواندا دەنێن.. بەڵام بێجگە لە کەمایەتییەکی زۆر کەمیان زۆربەی هەرە زۆریان لە رەفتاردا پیاوسالار و چەوسێنەرن! بە بەدووداچوونی ئەوەی کە ئایە کێشەکان و هۆکارەکان چین؟ بەو چەند پرسیارە پەیوەستدارە ژنان دەدوێنین: پایزە… →
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Poems and Pictures in the struggle for respect and recognition Five Paintings of Frida Narin
Lena Sophie Trüper Bright figures, rich in contrast, shine out of small, thin glass frames at the IVI exhibition room: five selected portraits that artist Frida Narin brought from her Parisian collection as her contribution to the current art exhibition. Forced to flee Iran in 2007 because of her dissident attitudes and artistic activities, she… →
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