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    MAKE IT STOP

    MAKE IT STOP

    Are you there?
    Are you awake?
    Are you with me?
    Are you with you?

    Can you hear me, can you hear yourself?
    Can you say anything?

    Do you see me?
    I am up here hanging! I don't know why?
    Do you know me? Do you care?

    Can you see me?
    Can you see the rope? It is around my neck, I don't know why?
    Can you see them? Their faces are covered, I don't know why?
    I don't know much, I am just eighteen!

    Do you know them, do you know me, do you know yourself, do you know God?
    You have to know and believe!
    Believe in yourselves, believe in Light, believe in Love believe in God!

    You have to be as one
    You and love! you and God! Be as a lovers. The love, above any others.
    Love yourself, love eachother, love your life!

    Sky was blue. Water was clear.
    The land was there. You were there. I was there.
    We were alive!

    Go home now, the show is over, I am off the stage.
    I am long gone, Now it is up to you.
    The last thing I saw, was you. Standing there watching the show. Looking at me,
    Like some ghosts. I thought you are dead!

    Now, go. The show is over. I am long gone.
    Steps are waiting for you. Take them!
    They will take you to "The Journey of Freedom"!
    Enjoy the journey, and get there. Home!
    God is there!
    Do you see the destination?
    It's in your heart!
    It's your home.

    Poem and Painting by:  Farhad Nabipour "Amir"

    Stop The Executions of Minors - Sign the petition today!
     

    Recorded executions of child offenders in Iran since 1990: case details
    Source: Amnesty International:

    Name Age Date of Execution
    Kazem Shirafkan
    Three young males

    Ebrahim Qorbanzadeh
    Jasem Abrahimi
    Mehrdad Yousefi
    Mohammad Zadeh
    Salman
    Atefeh Rajabi
    Iman Farokhi
    Ali Safarpour Rajabi
    Mahmoud A.
    A. M.
    Farshid Farighi
    Name unknown
    Name unknown
    Rostam Tajik
    Majid Segound
    Sattar
    Morteza M
    Naser Batmani
    17 at time of execution
    One aged 16, two aged
    17 at time of execution
    17 at time of execution
    17 at time of execution
    16 at time of offence
    17 at time of offence
    17 at time of offence
    16 at time of execution
    17 at time of execution
    16 or 17 at ttime of the offence
    15 or 16 at time of the offence
    16 or 17 at time of the offence
    14 to 16 at time of the offences
    17 at time of execution
    under 18 at time of the offence
    16 at time of the offence
    17 at time of execution
    17 at time of execution
    16 at time of offence
    under 18 at time of the offence
    1990
    29 September 1992

    24 October 1999
    14 January 2000
    29 May 2001
    25 January 2004
    12 May 2004
    15 August 2004
    19 January 2005
    13 July 2005
    19 July 2005
    19 July 2005
    1 August 2005
    23 August 2005
    12 September 2005
    10 December 2005
    13 May 2006
    September 2006
    7 November 2006
    December 2006

     

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    En digt af Molana Jalal-e-Din Mohammad Molavi Rumi

     
     
                                                  

    I’m drenched
    in the flood
    which has yet to come

    I’m tied up
    in the prison
    which has yet to exist

    Not having played
    the game of chess
    I’m already the checkmate

    Not having tasted
    a single cup of your wine
    I’m already drunk

    Not having entered
    the battlefield
    I’m already wounded and slain

    I no longer
    know the difference
    between image and reality

    Like the shadow
    I am
    And
    I am not

     

    Læs om digtern Rumi :

    http://www.rumionfire.com/

    I am thankful

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                         
     

    Sky's the limit so you know I'm gonna rise and shine
    I gotta do my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all that's hidden
    That's the reason I'm a speak my mind, keep from going insane
    Now work with it, we in the last innin'
    The world keeps spinnin', my peoples steady losin' while the rich keep winnin'
    It's like we neva smilin' and the devil steady grinnin'
    killin' what we representin'
    Even our children and women, 2K4, livin' above and under the law
    Young teen joins the marines, says he'll die for the core
    Inducted up into the goverment's war as if the land of money and oil
    Funny how ain't none of it yours
    I can't sleep yo I'm paranoid, it's code orange
    It's far from right, I guess that's why it feels so wrong
    To see the world get stripped out of every resource
    And people pray to Coca-Cola now instead of the gods
    What's goin' on?

    Keepin' your head above water, hustlin' to survive
    Some people chasin' a dream, others just chasin' a high
    Some people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie
    Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by
    But still they workin' all they live, they pushin' for the light
    Givin' everything they got to stitch them swishes on ya Nike's
    Puttin' pockets on our jeans, mining diamonds for them rings
    Rewarded with small change and bullets in the brains
    And it makes me feel strange everything we take for granted
    At times I feel stranded on this planet of mine
    Now should I pull the hammer, clap it out, and laugh about it
    Or stand up, be counted while I cast my ballot
    When the undertaker's busy and the prison's is crowded
    People livin' in fear because they vision is clouded
    But the sky's the limit, I ain't cryin' you a river
    Gotta move me a mountain, I'm a git up and shout it

    When I dream it's hounds on my heels gainin' momentum
    I'm tired, can't get uninspired or quit runnin'
    I can feel they only inches behind, I escape, I survive
    Some how I gotta decide how much I want it
    Or is anybody listenin' without a pot to piss in
    If I disappear I wonder if the world will know I'm missin'
    Who my support system, it's not the court system
    Gotta letter it said that you're not avoiding prison
    People 'neath the microscope 'cause we defining the culture
    They smile and insult you like you shinin' their loafers
    Them old heads say we need a modern day Moses
    When the leaders is posers we needing some soldiers
    It's the X generation, The anger is a nature
    Got the writing on the wall so clear that I can taste it
    Like a kid sniffing glue somewhere trying to escape
    Cause we vulnerable and naked
    Gotta show 'em we can make it

     

    White dove

     
     
     
     
     
     

           

                   White dove

     


    January 5, 2007
    iranian.com

    White dove, time has come

    To spread your wings.

    Even though you worry,

    Even though you're afraid.

    Your once white wings are stained

    With the blood of innocent lovers,

    Of all other white doves

    Who dreamed of flying,

    Of the miscarriage of hope.

    Spread your wings, white dove.

    Show your stains without fear.

    L e a p and

    F

    L

    y,

    So all who see you will know

    About the chains you broke,

    About the chants all sang,

    And the fire that fooled and killed

    All our beautiful butterflies.

    Spread your wings and fly, white dove

    To higher skies,

    Where bullets of lies can't reach you,

    Where you can put your tired body

    To rest on milky cotton clouds.

    Fly over green fields,

    Over mosques and churches,

    Over houses where God is held hostage

    In books and rules.

    Fly over rivers where no human

    Has littered the air

    With its human nature.

    Fly low and let the stream

    Wash away all your stains.

    When it purges you of anger and nightmares

    Don't forget the blood of innocent lovers,

    Of all other white doves

    Who dreamed of flying,

    And the miscarriage of hope.

    Fly white dove,

    And be sure to land

    Only when you reach

    The unbreakable branches of righteousness.

     

                           

     Andet fra samme forfatter i iranian.com:

    t.ehrami@gmail.com

     

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    Time has come to spread your wings
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    We are a generation,Finding it's way….

                             

    Who are we?
    And what have we become?

    Where is our benevolence to right our wrongs?
    We search for answers to our struggles.

    We listen to the whole world and argue for what we need to find.
    Yet knowing all the answers lie within us.
    Knowing we all have the key to unlock it from our minds

    Oppression, War, and Corruption
    We see our countrymen hurt and angered
    Our generation lost and bothered

    Our focus on the monetary
    And only concerned with others' personal stories

    Bitterness, resentment, and hate
    We becomes so caught up in the things that shouldn't't matter
    Wasting our time trying to make them relate

    Fools and heroes
    We will always see
    And when we do
    We constantly question: Which will we be?

    We return to how we measure
    This life and all that we endeavor

    Perhaps we shall choose ignorance as bliss
    Find our way through all that confronts us, like a goodbye kiss

     

    Looking behind our shoulders to our past
    We make eye contact with memories and tales of pleasure and pain
    Reflecting on from it all, and asking what will we gain?
    More confused now and desperate for an answer
    Like a mouse running through a maze

    Let us absorb the benevolence that we all innately have
    Finding our way out of what will soon become a mental grave
    Embracing our humanity and the beauty of our being

    Today let's try to stop using medicine and materialism as a form of sedation
    Try looking into a child's eyes instead, and see the beauty of pure hope & imagination

    Confront our frustrations and end our distractions
    Take the time to sit with an old woman, see the beauty of a life lived

    And see all the grace that in her god has manifested
    Realizing that something worth believing in

    Turn our backs to where you left behind so many,
    Humble yourself to Bend your knees to help them come up off from the ground
    Find that voice in yourself that you thought you could not hear anymore of it's sound..


    We are a generation,
    Finding it's way….