{"id":43662,"date":"2020-07-22T23:27:38","date_gmt":"2020-07-22T23:27:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/35.85.16.36\/110-16-en\/"},"modified":"2024-07-10T21:32:05","modified_gmt":"2024-07-10T21:32:05","slug":"110-16-en","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/110-16-en\/","title":{"rendered":"Suspended Pieces; Short Story: Sam the Eagle, Painting: Farokh, Poetry: Reza Ekvanian"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Short Story: The Series of Stories Written by Sam Aghabi.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p>I saw him in a cafe. It was the first and last time we were supposed to see each other. These kinds of things are not a joke. They are related to the security issues of the country. That&#8217;s why we had to be careful, coordinate through intermediaries, not over the phone. He was involved in the situation. Of course, I understood this later. At first, I didn&#8217;t know. I had written a story about the love affair of two boys and before publishing it, I had given it to two of my friends to read. One of my friends had also read it for him. He liked it and wanted to see me up close. He mentioned the alley of the lost clouds of Kourosh Asadi, as if he remembered his novel about the love of two men. I said I liked Kourosh Asadi, but I wish it was him. He said maybe he couldn&#8217;t be himself, maybe there were other things that needed to be done<\/p>\n<p>\u0645\u0646 \u0627\u0632 \u062a\u0645\u0627\u0645\u06cc \u0627\u0646\u0633\u0627\u0646\u200c\u0647\u0627 \u0628\u06cc\u0634\u062a\u0631 \u062f\u0648\u0633\u062a\u062a \u062f\u0627\u0631\u0645<\/p>\n<p>I love you more than all other humans.<span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Painting: Portrait of Frook.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sorry, there is no Farsi text provided. Please provide the text you would like translated.<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10228\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/IMG_20200617_152855-02.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"295\" height=\"300\">\u0645\u0646 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u0645 \u06a9\u0647 \u0628\u0647\u062a\u0631\u06cc\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u062f \u0631\u0627 \u0628\u0647 \u062f\u06cc\u06af\u0631\u0627\u0646 \u0646\u0634\u0627\u0646 \u062f\u0647\u0645<\/p>\n<p>I want to show my best to others.<span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Poem: The Great Sin by Reza Ekvanian.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Call out to death<br \/>\nSay it will come to our Iran<br \/>\nSay it won&#8217;t bring strangeness<br \/>\nCall out to life<br \/>\nTake my childhood to the mirror<br \/>\nBring me back to love<br \/>\nTo kites<br \/>\nTo Layla<br \/>\nTo the daughters of the Shah&#8217;s fairies<br \/>\nTo the lullabies of mothers in stories.<\/p>\n<p>Call out to death<br \/>\nSay it won&#8217;t lose its grave in Zagros, Alborz and Dalahoo<br \/>\nSay to death, to the one I love<br \/>\nSay what did we want other than life<br \/>\nThat love became a great sin<br \/>\nSay we have the right to die simpler<br \/>\nAnd you have the right to kill love<br \/>\nYou are a father<br \/>\nA bad god who doesn&#8217;t hear a mother&#8217;s cry<br \/>\nWith a hoe, with an axe, with a machete<br \/>\nWith religion, with honor, with law<br \/>\nYou made a mistake, Karbala<br \/>\nYou were a piece of his body<br \/>\nYou cut off his head!<\/p>\n<p>Call out to<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Short Story: The Series of Stories Written by Sam Aghabi. I saw him in a cafe. It was the first and last time we were supposed to see each other. These kinds of things are not a joke. They are related to the security issues of the country. 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