{"id":43664,"date":"2020-06-21T19:00:11","date_gmt":"2020-06-21T19:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/35.85.16.36\/109-19-en\/"},"modified":"2024-07-10T21:32:31","modified_gmt":"2024-07-10T21:32:31","slug":"109-19-en","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/109-19-en\/","title":{"rendered":"Suspended Pieces; Short Story: Hamid Karimifar, Painting: Farzaneh Faraji, Poetry: Baktash Abtin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Short Story: Escape from the Gathering, written by Hamid Karimifar.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p>Mr. Basharat had arrived with a saddle, a green orc, and a pair of Kauchu glasses. Before anything else, he gave himself the right to be the first to bring out the food, to be the first to eat, to warm his head a little, and naturally to be the first to pour wine. So when he felt that everyone had arrived, they changed their clothes, sat down with their hands on their hips, fixed their hair, licked their lips, ate a spoonful of yogurt, and then, without even trying, their lips rose to their cheeks, and they began to talk.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know why, but when I drink a few sips of wine, I get a sense of excitement and I want to talk about things that have nothing to do with me or you. My friends, I hope you don&#8217;t mind me addressing you as my friends. We have known each other for years, but we have never talked about our contemporary history, which<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sorry, there is no Farsi text provided. Please provide the text for translation.<span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Painting: &#8220;Bathroom Places&#8221; by Farzaneh Faraji.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-10142 size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/painting.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1166\" height=\"2048\"><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong><\/p>\n<p>Poem: The old street of Bakhtash Abtin.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>They empty the iron arrows<br \/>\nAnd I am busy building my new dreams<br \/>\nIf I had a lullaby in my head<br \/>\nI would turn my neck completely<br \/>\nAnd lock my gaze on you<br \/>\nThe old working street<br \/>\nScattered and chaotic with broken asphalt<br \/>\nThe freedom of the high street<br \/>\nWas so high that many lives were lost in it<br \/>\nThey empty the iron arrows<br \/>\nAnd I am busy building my new dreams<br \/>\nFrom a dark cell<br \/>\nI walk on a narrow hallway<br \/>\nWith a hoarded throat and a poor stomach<br \/>\nAnd in these last moments<br \/>\nI walk with my eyes on yours<br \/>\nBusy with you in the darkness<br \/>\nWarm and wet<br \/>\nAnd in the last moment<br \/>\nI wanted to touch your cheeks<br \/>\nBut alas<br \/>\nWith my eyes closed and<br \/>\nHands tied<br \/>\nI had become a rain of arrows.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Short Story: Escape from the Gathering, written by Hamid Karimifar. Mr. Basharat had arrived with a saddle, a green orc, and a pair of Kauchu glasses. Before anything else, he gave himself the right to be the first to bring out the food, to be the first to eat, to warm his head a little, [&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":[50333,52609,52610,52607,50332,52606,52608,52320,50173,52138],"class_list":["post-43664","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-literature","category-painting","category-poetry","tag-baktash-abtin","tag-escape-from-the-gathering-party","tag-farzaneh-faraji","tag-hamid-karimi-far","tag-literature","tag-lost-pigeon","tag-old-street","tag-painting","tag-poetry","tag-short-story"],"acf":[],"views":17,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43664","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=43664"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43664\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43665,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43664\/revisions\/43665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43664"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43664"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peace-mark.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43664"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}