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June 22nd, 2009
A letter by an Iranian woman, translated into English-
"I will participate in the demonstrations tomorrow. Maybe they will turn violent. Maybe I will be one of the people who is going to get killed. I’m listening to all my favorite music. I even want to dance to a few songs. I always wanted to have very narrow eyebrows. Yes, maybe I will go to the salon before I go tomorrow! There are a few great movie scenes that I also have to see. I should drop by the library, too. It’s worth to read the poems of Forough and Shamloo again. All family pictures have to be reviewed, too. I have to call my friends as well to say goodbye. All I have are two bookshelves which I told my family who should receive them. I’m two units away from getting my bachelors degree but who cares about that. My mind is very chaotic. I wrote these random sentences for the next generation so they know we were not just emotional and under peer pressure. So they know that we did everything we could to create a better future for them. So they know that our ancestors surrendered to Arabs and Mongols but did not surrender to despotism. This note is dedicated to tomorrow’s children…"
"Yesterday I wrote a note, with the subject line “tomorrow is a great day perhaps tomorrow I’ll be killed.” I’m here to let you know I’m alive but my sister was killed…I’m here to tell you my sister died while in her father’s hands. I’m here to tell you my sister had big dreams…I’m here to tell you my sister who died was a decent person… and like me yearned for a day when her hair would be swept by the wind… and like me read “Forough” [Forough Farrokhzad]… and longed to live free and equal… and she longed to hold her head up and announce, “I’m Iranian”… and she longed to one day fall in love to a man with a shaggy hair… and she longed for a daughter to braid her hair and sing lullaby by her crib…
my sister died from not having life… my sister died as injustice has no end… my sister died since she loved life too much… and my sister died since she lovingly cared for people…"
my sister died from not having life… my sister died as injustice has no end… my sister died since she loved life too much… and my sister died since she lovingly cared for people…"
Saturday
Friday
June 19th, 2009
courting, dissipating, & contrition(some colleagues are strangers and can get down and dirty)
Monday
Friday
Monday
Wednesday
June 3rd, 2009
- Tomorrow's my last day of high school
- Corresponding to the above, I feel excited, pensive, and immensely nostalgic
- I've been driving on roads, roads with cars around
- I've been plucking strings on Jule's guitar
- Twin Peaks
- I've been crying these past days for my own grief and for the grief and headaches that belong to a few friends
- On another note, I am excited to go on a roller coaster, for it's been too long
- Applied at stores in Montgomery Mall and Normandy Farm's retirement home
- Sweaty palms
- Sleep hunger
- Railroad walking
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