Where all dreams go to rest...
Poetry and musings
Ey Iran (The Oath)
Ey Iran, what can I offer you except my heart?ای ایران، چه دارم که به تو تقدیم کنم جز قلبم؟I am a strange flower growing here amongst your meadows,
Ey Iran (I am an orphan here)
Farsi version
The Streets of Tehran
Photo: Sarah Pannell
I Looked For You
Farsi version
Love Song
Love Songby Sylwia Izabella Jampolska
Blog
The Islamic Regime worships a different god
I am not here to make any value judgements about the religion of Islam; there are definitely those who find some peace and meaning in it, and there are sects of Islam, such as the Sufi and the Druze that focus on spiritual principles, and that challenge the modern black and white narrative of meme culture and anti Muslim talking points.
Ey Iran, this is love.
A few weeks ago, I wrote a poem after seeing a walk-through video showing the streets of Tehran, and I found that I was struck by a feeling of great love, like an invisible thread tugging at my soul. There was an underlying personal reason for this feeling, but beyond this, a broader respect for the people of Iran which was borne from my weekly interactions with them.
Voices from Iran
Poetry and Prose written by Iranians from Iran and beyond
Since January 2026, waking up in the morning has felt different by Bahram Rameh
Since January 2026, waking up in the morning has felt different. Before you even get out of bed, you have to choose whether to follow the news from Iran, whether to speak up or stay silent, and how to keep living with what you know. Even stepping away is a choice. No one can decide for you, and you’re the one who has to live with your choices. This morning, the regime ruling Iran executed Ali-Sina Mostafavi, a mountaineer and political prisoner. It killed another of our fellow Iranians who had protestedBahram Rameh
"Don't cry Baba, God is great..." last call from Protestor Alireza Raisi to his father
Dear God, hello… Please help me stay on the right path. Don’t forget me—
Dear God, hello… Please help me stay on the right path. Don’t forget me—just be there for me like this, watch over me. Help me become what I want to be; help me become a useful person in this world. I don’t want to be insignificant or useless—please help me always think. I want to be okay, to stay with myself, and to take care of my inner self. Don’t let me drown in ignorance. Protect all the beautiful things, one by one. I am free.
I listen to Antigone! by Maria Yousefi
original artwork by Maria Yousefi