I had an incredibly vivid dream last night that there was a string of Farsi characters scrolling down on a screen, repeating over and over in different fonts and colors. Felt/looked reminiscent of this. All of them said "Revolution." But it wasn't this revolution (if you can call it that yet), it was the 1979 Revolution. The Shah was being overthrown.
دور، دوران كامل ، انقلا ب.
واگشت ، شورش ، اشوب ، انقلا ب ، حركت انقلا بي ، چرخش.
These characters kept scrolling and scrolling down my monitor with frantic speed, as if someone were pleading with me to listen and help. But I didn't know how. Much like I don't know how to help those brave and beautiful women over there now, but would if there were a way. All I can do is admire their strength.
All of this made me think about Azar Nafisi and how I never gave her book the detailed read it deserved. On the other hand, I absolutely adored Persepolis. Let's call it a draw.
دور، دوران كامل ، انقلا ب.
واگشت ، شورش ، اشوب ، انقلا ب ، حركت انقلا بي ، چرخش.
These characters kept scrolling and scrolling down my monitor with frantic speed, as if someone were pleading with me to listen and help. But I didn't know how. Much like I don't know how to help those brave and beautiful women over there now, but would if there were a way. All I can do is admire their strength.
All of this made me think about Azar Nafisi and how I never gave her book the detailed read it deserved. On the other hand, I absolutely adored Persepolis. Let's call it a draw.
