{"id":43656,"date":"2020-09-22T18:30:23","date_gmt":"2020-09-22T18:30:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/35.85.16.36\/112-15-en\/"},"modified":"2024-07-10T21:30:32","modified_gmt":"2024-07-10T21:30:32","slug":"112-15-en","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/112-15-en\/","title":{"rendered":"Hanging Pieces; Short Story: Avat Pouri, Painting: Nadia Shams, Poetry: Kasra Tabrizi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Short Story: The Commerce Bank, written by Avat Pouri.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p>Dedicated to the eight citizens who were killed in 1359 (1980) by the shots of government snipers in front of the old police station in the city of Sanandaj, located on Sefri Street, and were buried in an empty land nearby. Later, a bank was built on this land and on top of these bodies.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p>My aunts died yesterday. They had COVID. They were buried quietly so no one would notice. Today, in this state of quarantine, fear, and anxiety, I got up and came to Bank-e Tejarat, right around Eqbal Square in Sanandaj, in front of the statues they call Freedom. With both hands raised to the sky, it&#8217;s unclear if they are praying to God or the ruler, begging or complaining. By the way, what happened to the pigeons that used to fly out of their stomachs? What a useless and pointless artist! What did he think when he let half of his statues be taken and thrown in the trash, while he happily handed over his work. I pulled up my mask, out of fear of being fined. What use is a mask when you have no money? And in this situation, I got up and came to ask for a loan that I fell behind on and a loan that I never received. Who are they fool<\/p>\n<p>\u0645\u0646 \u0628\u0647 \u062f\u0646\u0628\u0627\u0644 \u06cc\u0627\u0641\u062a\u0646 \u0639\u0634\u0642 \u0648\u0627\u0642\u0639\u06cc \u0647\u0633\u062a\u0645<\/p>\n<p>I am looking for true love.<span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><br \/>\nPainting: A work by Nadia Shams.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sorry, I cannot translate without the Farsi text. Please provide the Farsi text for translation.<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-10403 size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/HarasiNadiaShams-scaled-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1781\" height=\"2560\"><br \/>\nThere is no Farsi text provided. Please provide the Farsi text to be translated.<span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Poem: &#8220;The Silence of Khusrow Tabrizi&#8217;s Clot.&#8221;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Write! Possessed by the jinn!<br \/>\nOh, the struggle for meaning!<br \/>\nWrite! We were executed<br \/>\nWithout having confessed.<br \/>\nLost in the silence<br \/>\nWandering<br \/>\nIn this endless summer,<br \/>\nHow should we see the image of sacrifice<br \/>\nIn your blue striped shirt,<br \/>\nOh brother of the double-edged pain!<br \/>\nOh, the height of blood,<br \/>\nThe twisting trees of nameless spring!<br \/>\nHow will your mother tonight<br \/>\nSay the funeral prayer?!<br \/>\nLet the story be endless,<br \/>\nLet me finish here the vertical pole<br \/>\nThat connects to the resurrection of man,<br \/>\nI rise<br \/>\nHands from the prayer of rain,<br \/>\nWatching the dead in their sleep.<br \/>\nThe curtains of sight<br \/>\nConnect deeply to the earthly grave.<br \/>\nLet me take you and myself,<br \/>\nMetal shackles,<br \/>\nIn the confusion of agitation.<br \/>\nHere and now<br \/>\nThere is a clash of anger and explosion,<br \/>\nIn the midst of the dead god&#8217;s sky<br \/>\nIn the middle of the growing soil.<br \/>\nThe saints of this image<br \/>\nAre caught in the<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Short Story: The Commerce Bank, written by Avat Pouri. Dedicated to the eight citizens who were killed in 1359 (1980) by the shots of government snipers in front of the old police station in the city of Sanandaj, located on Sefri Street, and were buried in an empty land nearby. Later, a bank was built [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5433,5461,5454],"tags":[52519,52521,52522,52520,52320,50173,52138,50159,45317,50146],"class_list":["post-43656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-literature","category-painting","category-poetry","tag-avat-pouri","tag-kasra-tabrizi","tag-nadia-shams","tag-number-112","tag-painting","tag-poetry","tag-short-story","tag-50159","tag-45317","tag----2"],"acf":[],"views":36,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43656","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=43656"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43656\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43657,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43656\/revisions\/43657"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43656"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}