Brave student lashes out against regime representative in Ahwaz as he cunningly talks of dictators who do not allow him to talk in the session- referring to 50 students. In return the girl lashes out saying that we are not dictators but want FREEDOM, and we are all Iranians united.. the rest shout we are not only dust as you have always said..we are people and you are the dictators!
Amazing bravery for students who will be identified and most probably taken away..
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Rumi's poems talking of LIFE
Rumi's poems elegantly and consistently touch our inner being and inspire us to go beyond our limitations towards the Divine.
The music: The credits do appear at the end of this video, but it is by the composer, Eleni Karaindrou, and is the theme music called "Eternity and a Day" from the movie, Aggelopoulos.
A note on the music: This entire video was constructed in silence-only the poem and the images were put together without my knowing what music would be the right one. The music is so important to the interpretation of these poems. Rather than reading them, the music is my voice. When I 'laid' this beautiful piece of music over the video it fit perfectly. Few edits were made to accomodate the images to fit the music. They seem to be made for each other.
Note for those who overlook the message and want to 'claim' Rumi as their own (country, nationality, language) they've missed the point completely and these comments will be deleted.
For more Sufi-inspired Islamic art, go to
http://www.starsonadarknight.homestea...
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Funny clip one of the 36 hostages makes fun of his interogators..
High spirits!
While being tortured and threatened to be returned into Iranian dungeons where they could have possibly been torn to pieces..they seem to have made fun of their interrogators under all the pressure they were. I call this High Spirits ..
While being tortured and threatened to be returned into Iranian dungeons where they could have possibly been torn to pieces..they seem to have made fun of their interrogators under all the pressure they were. I call this High Spirits ..
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sohrab Arabi one identified Martyr of more than 120000 and more in Iran
This is a compilation of all the available videos (5) as well as some still photos that pertain to 19 year old Sohrab Aarabi. It attempts to cover the circumstances following his disappearance on June 15th 2009 while protesting the fraudulent election results in Iran.
Sohrab's Uncle is in Camp Ashraf, and has been interview by VOA about his death.
Sohrab's mother is still marching each week with other mothers in Laleh Park in seek of Freedom...
Sohrab's Uncle is in Camp Ashraf, and has been interview by VOA about his death.
Sohrab's mother is still marching each week with other mothers in Laleh Park in seek of Freedom...
Human Rights???
What IS Human Rights? A striking short film defining one of the world's most misunderstood subjects: human rights.
Bahaii women activists in UN deamnd attention
BIC made a statement on the situation of human rights in Iran in the context of the general debate on Human Rights situations.
Monday, October 19, 2009
What happened after sham election: One side of things
This clip shows partial reality of events. The truth is that people in Iran have been fighting for independence and freedom for 100 years. Each time a dictator usurped their efforts. The last of them was Khomeini who used religion to divert attention from his ominous ideology of greed and power thirst. Unfortunately he managed to split the progressive forces from their people by a multi-billion dollar campaign of defacing along with rallying political aid from its interlocutors in the West. For 30 years Iranian people have been hearing, using propaganda which stems from hate and deception. Even Iranian history has been tempered.As the result we see a medieval regime gripping over people and progressive forces labeled as terrorists and traitors! by government who work as grassroot movement but clandestine.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Mix it! Rap? Classic? Folklore?Unity for Iran
It seems that this Orchestra is rehersing its own ideology and ideals into music form. They believe in a secular and pluralist Free Iran. In this piece they have successively managed to mix intolerable wind music with a soft and classical music which is excellent !
Composed abd played by Ashraf Orchestra
Saturday, October 17, 2009
EN translation of french report on Women demonstration in 1979
This is the Engilsh translation of the report about the Iranian women March which happened less than three weeks after the uprising of people in Feburary. This report is about the resistance of women against the Islamic Regime which was from March 7 to 11th in 1979.Opression of the Islamic Regime like other Islamic movement starts by attacking the women movement first.
It is of course documented that the protest was attacked constantly by government thugs in civil cloths and batons but the march was protected at sides by a Human chain made of Mojahedin women who wore scarfs and supported the protest.
It is of course documented that the protest was attacked constantly by government thugs in civil cloths and batons but the march was protected at sides by a Human chain made of Mojahedin women who wore scarfs and supported the protest.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Kalhor Interview with Makhmalbaf
The daughter of a top adviser to Iranian President Mahmoud
Ahmadinejad has applied for asylum in Germany, organizers of a film festival that she was attending said Tuesday.
Narges Kalhor, the daughter of Ahmadinejad's adviser on cultural and media affairs, submitted her asylum application to authorities in southern Germany, Nuremberg Human Rights Film Festival spokesman Matthias Rued said.
I'm certain he hasn't seen my film or know about this festival or where I am," she said. "I came from my own desire, for cinema, and I have to continue."
Narges Kalhor had been at the Nuremberg festival to present her film Darkhish (The Rake), which condemns the use of torture and the barbarity of totalitarianism.
Mahdi Kalhor told Iran's official IRNA news agency that he knew nothing about details of his daughter's films or her plans to leave the country.
He blamed the Iranian opposition for supporting her attempts to challenge the government.
"This issue is one of the symbols of a media and soft war that opposition has launched," the agency quoted Mahdi Kalhor as saying.
He also told IRNA he had divorced Narges' mother a year ago over differences of opinion, saying she was a zealous opponent of Ahmadinejad. Narges had been living with her mother.
In the video, Narges Kalhor appears wearing a green scarf - the color of the Iranian opposition - draped about her neck and expresses support for the reform movement.
She said that, while she and her father have differing opinions, she hoped he would support her and possibly even change his mind.
"Any moment, a person can change," Narges Kalhor said. "At any time, a person can have a moment of calm and think about what the correct path is."
"Just a little solitude can open our eyes to the world and we can decide, this is the correct path, the path of these millions of people who went to the streets asking for freedom" she went on to say.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
U2-Mothers of the Disappeared - Live Popmart Santiago 1998
U2 perform a rare version of Mothers of the Disappeared during the Pomart Tour in Santiago, Chile with the actual mothers on stage with the band. Bono allows them to say the names of their loved ones during the song.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Bella Ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato,
o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
Una mattina mi son svegliato
ed ho trovato l'invasor.
O partigiano, portami via,
o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
O partigiano, portami via,
ché mi sento di morir.
E se io muoio da partigiano,
o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
E se io muoio da partigiano,
tu mi devi seppellir.
E seppellire lassù in montagna,
o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
E seppellire lassù in montagna
sotto l'ombra di un bel fior.
E le genti che passeranno
o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
E le genti che passeranno
Mi diranno «Che bel fior!»
«È questo il fiore del partigiano»,
o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
«È questo il fiore del partigiano
morto per la libertà!»
Monday, October 5, 2009
World of Heroes!
This is but a humble sampling in tribute to some of the great women throughout history ... set to the song, Hero, by Mariah Carey.
In Iran Women are the forefront of the brave uprising against the most heinous religious tyrannies of our century. Women in Iran have played significant role at all stages of resistance against tyranny, colonialism and fight against two dictators (Shah and Khomeini). In Ashraf enclave there are 1000 women who have for the past 35 years been professionally part of the resistance for FREEDOM,Democracy and hence Gender apartheid. They are at much risk now. Most time attacked by Iranian agents, and put to risk of rape and death. Most have left behinde3 all they had and loved in this world to gain Freedom for their people.A new born value in the deadly staggering society which Khomeini had prompted after usurping the 1979 revolution in Iran and after leading the young changed society into religious tyranny. These women have either lost one or 5 or more members of their family , have been subjected to prison, rape, torture and many other unbearable conditions to reach out for the Freedom of their people. The main talks was for them to reveal the immense lobbying paid for by Tehran that portrayed them as terrorist and "Hypocrites". For 30 years the mullahs in Iran tried very hard to demonize them among people and wash all history of their trace or convert reality into fictitious tails to prove them as terrorists in Iranian society.
Today they still sand high in Camp Ashraf to protect what is naturally the Iranian people's right to have; "FREEDOM". For the first time in Iranian History the leadership of the most mentioned and realized enemy of the Terhan regime PMOI consist of Women. The Leadership Council was founded by Maryam Rajavi, a known experienced dissident who faught for Rights at the time of the shah, lost two of her sisters and spent all her life to strive for the ultimate Freedom of her country. She has in due process been subjected to the most repugnant ani-female regime propaganda that has manly attacked her personality , private life and details of her life in order to passify her efforts in achieving her goals for ultimate Freedom in Iran. She instead has at all times proven to lead the fight in an extremely tolerable, pluralistic ideology towards mankind and its role to the evolution of society to gain Ultimate Freedom and Democracy.
In the world over there have been so many women to play as Heroes...and this is what this clip is about.
Historical Women in This Video:
Harriet Tubman
Amelia Earhart
Alexandra Kollontai
Asma Khader
Eleanor Roosevelt
Florence Griffith Joyner
Malalai Kakar
Jeannette Rankin
Martha Carey Thomas
Marie Curie
Mother Teresa
Mary Astell
Parvin Ardalan
Queen Amina of Zaria
Queen Esther of Persia
Rachel Corrie
Sarah Winnamucca
Queen Zanobia of Palmyra
Simone Weil
Lady Godiva
Susan B. Anthony
Sappho
Queen Elizabeth of England
Sojouner Truth
Wilma Rudolph
Indira Ghandi
Hildegard of Bingen
Corrie Ten Boom
Chien-Shiung Wu
Elizabeth Kenny
Tomoe Gozen
Etty Hillesum
Jody Williams
Mary Shelly Wollstonecraft
Julia Ward Howe
Princess Diana
Rosa Parks
International Women's Day (March 8) History
International Womens Day is celebrated in many countries around the world. It is a day when women are recognized for their achievements without regard to divisions, whether national, ethnic, linguistic, cultural, economic or political. It is an occasion for looking back on past struggles and accomplishments, and more importantly, for looking ahead to the untapped potential and opportunities that await future generations of women.
In 1975, during International Women's Year, the United Nations began celebrating International Womens Day on 8 March. Two years later, in December 1977, the General Assembly adopted a resolution proclaiming a United Nations Day for Women's Rights and International Peace to be observed on any day of the year by Member States, in accordance with their historical and national traditions. In adopting its resolution, the General Assembly recognized the role of women in peace efforts and development and urged an end to discrimination and an increase of support for womens full and equal participation.
History
International Womens Day first emerged from the activities of labour movements at the turn of the twentieth century in North America and across Europe.
1909: The first National Woman's Day was observed in the United States on 28 February. The Socialist Party of America designated this day in honour of the 1908 garment workers strike in New York, where women protested against working conditions.
1910: The Socialist International, meeting in Copenhagen, established a Women's Day, international in character, to honour the movement for women's rights and to build support for achieving universal suffrage for women. The proposal was greeted with unanimous approval by the conference of over 100 women from 17 countries, which included the first three women elected to the Finnish Parliament. No fixed date was selected for the observance. ..."
"The Charter of the United Nations, signed in 1945, was the first international agreement to affirm the principle of equality between women and men. Since then, the UN has helped create a historic legacy of internationally-agreed strategies, standards, programes and goals to advance the status of women worldwide.
Over the years, the UN and its technical agencies have promoted the participation of women as equal partners with men in achieving sustainable development, peace, security, and full respect for human rights. The empowerment of women continues to be a central feature of the UNs efforts to address social, economic and political challenges across the globe. ... Women Watch Article
For information about recent themes and commemorations by the United Nations of International Womens Day, please visit: http://www.un.org/womenwatch/feature/...
I smile !!
The beautiful and brave people of Iran young and old rich and poor, I Smile
By Fariba Safai
I smile as I feel my lonely heart parched from a sea of green I smile
I smile as I walk the mountain of apathy to create a tiny crack that I would tear open only if I could only if I could with my saber of love draped in black and green, I declare myself look at me I need you and you need me too I smile
I smile at your incomprehension your fear your pity and your sympathy I smile
I smile knowing that you cannot see we are one of the same flesh and blood veins I smile
I smile when you walk with me and say that you care yet frustrated by the unknown I smile
I smile for I wish I could tell you that you will never know and we will die not knowing I smile
I smile as I think of those beautiful young blossoms that are perishing as I write in hopes of capturing their brave hearts I smile
I smile knowing they are kept in dungeons were tortured is inflicted to render the spirit dead and if that is not enough, hung like lambs from light posts dangling like majnoon by their necks
I smile through my tears for the human struggle for self-liberty and freedom from tyranny I smile
I smile for I know the color of freedom is not always red white and blue I smile.
I smile listing as the bay speaks to me in code beating against the dark gray boulders holding it back from me and me from it I smile
I smile oh how I wish I could wash away all the hurt and sorrows from sea to shining sea and dry it out on ropes made from laurel tolerant and evergreen I smile
I smile as I see words written clearly on a black board carved in red held up by an empty frame I smile
I smile as I hear the anthem of our struggles beating in my head wishing I could be there singing it with you I smile
I smile knowing those same words are sung for miles and miles across rooftops Ala O Akbar Ala O Akbar Ala O Akbar Ala O Akbar in the city of my childhood where houses were white and the smell of jasmine filled the air, now replaced by the stench of your weapons of tears I smile
I smile when you are hit by the bullets that pierce through your golden brown skin the same skin that every morning you covered with shirts made in china with American logos I smile
I smile as you fall to the ground holding my hand with your last breath you whisper
I am human
I am human
My religion is love
I am human I smile
I smile as I promise you will not die in vein I smile
I smile with the knowledge that even in death your mother can not speak your name or morn for your loss, that is the price she will have to pay I smile
I smile when I am told all the young prostitutes in Dubai are Persian I smile
I smile when I know of loved ones addicted to sheesheh wow sheesheh I smile
I smile knowing those who hide under turbans that they have dipped in blood and hatred for all that is alive, colorful, hopeful, lyrical and beautiful I smile
I smile at your agents of fear and pain as I scream
Islam means peace not war I smile
I smile of your attempt to rewrite history hundred and hundreds years past with pens that you use to stab through the hearts of mothers the same mothers that gave you birth in that pit of despair I Smile
I smile for I know this mooje of love you cannot stand in the way of for it is even bigger than you can ever comprehend or imagine I smile
I smile and scream shame on you for killing your children your mothers your father's shame on you for striking them with sticks that you sharply carved to insert suffering I smile
I smile as pain reels through my spine I smile for I know my pain is nothing in comparison with you burden
I feel pain
It feels good I smile
I smile for the generation of young whom only have the morsels left to them from your greed your ignorance and intolerance that they must bear, I smile
I smile and call you out for what you are a cheaters a liar a butchers with chains, chains that they must break with bare empty delicate virgin hands wounded and forgotten as to rip apart and bring down your Iron curtains of oppression I smile
I smile and write with fingers bound by ribbons of brotherhood of man remembering I was you 30 years past I smile
I smile for the soul that has forsaken itself I smile
I smile screaming Darius, Cyrus, Khayyam, Rumi, Hafez, Ferdosee, Farokhzad where are you to see your children are falling like butterfly's shot by the hands of their brothers I smile
I smile as their guns pluck the beautiful flowers of your Golestan Sadi, sacrificed in the name of God I smile
I smile and scream, what God who's God kills, let alone its own.
If the right to choose ones own destiny is so much to ask for then I reject your God and I still smile.
I smile for I see clearly as one can through water the day will come when the love worriers will join hands in celebration and songs will be heard from the streets were once red tulips laid and the nightingale will fly free once again. For we are the lions and the sun is behind us.
By Fariba Safai
I smile as I feel my lonely heart parched from a sea of green I smile
I smile as I walk the mountain of apathy to create a tiny crack that I would tear open only if I could only if I could with my saber of love draped in black and green, I declare myself look at me I need you and you need me too I smile
I smile at your incomprehension your fear your pity and your sympathy I smile
I smile knowing that you cannot see we are one of the same flesh and blood veins I smile
I smile when you walk with me and say that you care yet frustrated by the unknown I smile
I smile for I wish I could tell you that you will never know and we will die not knowing I smile
I smile as I think of those beautiful young blossoms that are perishing as I write in hopes of capturing their brave hearts I smile
I smile knowing they are kept in dungeons were tortured is inflicted to render the spirit dead and if that is not enough, hung like lambs from light posts dangling like majnoon by their necks
I smile through my tears for the human struggle for self-liberty and freedom from tyranny I smile
I smile for I know the color of freedom is not always red white and blue I smile.
I smile listing as the bay speaks to me in code beating against the dark gray boulders holding it back from me and me from it I smile
I smile oh how I wish I could wash away all the hurt and sorrows from sea to shining sea and dry it out on ropes made from laurel tolerant and evergreen I smile
I smile as I see words written clearly on a black board carved in red held up by an empty frame I smile
I smile as I hear the anthem of our struggles beating in my head wishing I could be there singing it with you I smile
I smile knowing those same words are sung for miles and miles across rooftops Ala O Akbar Ala O Akbar Ala O Akbar Ala O Akbar in the city of my childhood where houses were white and the smell of jasmine filled the air, now replaced by the stench of your weapons of tears I smile
I smile when you are hit by the bullets that pierce through your golden brown skin the same skin that every morning you covered with shirts made in china with American logos I smile
I smile as you fall to the ground holding my hand with your last breath you whisper
I am human
I am human
My religion is love
I am human I smile
I smile as I promise you will not die in vein I smile
I smile with the knowledge that even in death your mother can not speak your name or morn for your loss, that is the price she will have to pay I smile
I smile when I am told all the young prostitutes in Dubai are Persian I smile
I smile when I know of loved ones addicted to sheesheh wow sheesheh I smile
I smile knowing those who hide under turbans that they have dipped in blood and hatred for all that is alive, colorful, hopeful, lyrical and beautiful I smile
I smile at your agents of fear and pain as I scream
Islam means peace not war I smile
I smile of your attempt to rewrite history hundred and hundreds years past with pens that you use to stab through the hearts of mothers the same mothers that gave you birth in that pit of despair I Smile
I smile for I know this mooje of love you cannot stand in the way of for it is even bigger than you can ever comprehend or imagine I smile
I smile and scream shame on you for killing your children your mothers your father's shame on you for striking them with sticks that you sharply carved to insert suffering I smile
I smile as pain reels through my spine I smile for I know my pain is nothing in comparison with you burden
I feel pain
It feels good I smile
I smile for the generation of young whom only have the morsels left to them from your greed your ignorance and intolerance that they must bear, I smile
I smile and call you out for what you are a cheaters a liar a butchers with chains, chains that they must break with bare empty delicate virgin hands wounded and forgotten as to rip apart and bring down your Iron curtains of oppression I smile
I smile and write with fingers bound by ribbons of brotherhood of man remembering I was you 30 years past I smile
I smile for the soul that has forsaken itself I smile
I smile screaming Darius, Cyrus, Khayyam, Rumi, Hafez, Ferdosee, Farokhzad where are you to see your children are falling like butterfly's shot by the hands of their brothers I smile
I smile as their guns pluck the beautiful flowers of your Golestan Sadi, sacrificed in the name of God I smile
I smile and scream, what God who's God kills, let alone its own.
If the right to choose ones own destiny is so much to ask for then I reject your God and I still smile.
I smile for I see clearly as one can through water the day will come when the love worriers will join hands in celebration and songs will be heard from the streets were once red tulips laid and the nightingale will fly free once again. For we are the lions and the sun is behind us.
President Obama, my name is Neda!
Dear Mr. President Obama,
My name is Neda Agha Soltan. I was killed by a Basij in a street of Tehran while watching a post-election protest. Perhaps you remember me. Millions people watched me die in less than... 40 seconds. Perhaps you remember my open eyes when I took my last breath. But I will live for ever in the memory of freedom loving people of the world. I have become the guardian angle of my sisters and brothers who are fighting for a free Iran ; I have become their voice and that is why I am writing to you.
Just imagine one of your daughters dying in the same way as I did! How would you feel if not only the killer went unpunished but got rewarded for what they did? What would you tell millions of Iranian young people who are feeling that the beacon of freedom has betrayed them by shaking hands with killers of their sisters and brothers? What would you tell your daughters if they asked why you are rewarding the killers of Neda?
I am the voice of people of Iran . I am calling upon you to support the democratic movement of people in Iran . I am not asking you to make war. I am not even asking you to help our struggle for freedom. I am just asking you not to support the government that has terrorized its own nation for 30 years. I am just asking you to stand on the side of humanity instead of oppression, torture, rape, and killing.
My name is Neda Agha Soltan. I was killed by a Basij in a street of Tehran while watching a post-election protest. Perhaps you remember me. Millions people watched me die in less than... 40 seconds. Perhaps you remember my open eyes when I took my last breath. But I will live for ever in the memory of freedom loving people of the world. I have become the guardian angle of my sisters and brothers who are fighting for a free Iran ; I have become their voice and that is why I am writing to you.
Just imagine one of your daughters dying in the same way as I did! How would you feel if not only the killer went unpunished but got rewarded for what they did? What would you tell millions of Iranian young people who are feeling that the beacon of freedom has betrayed them by shaking hands with killers of their sisters and brothers? What would you tell your daughters if they asked why you are rewarding the killers of Neda?
I am the voice of people of Iran . I am calling upon you to support the democratic movement of people in Iran . I am not asking you to make war. I am not even asking you to help our struggle for freedom. I am just asking you not to support the government that has terrorized its own nation for 30 years. I am just asking you to stand on the side of humanity instead of oppression, torture, rape, and killing.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Iranian girls punched by AN agents in NY
Young peaceful Iranian Persian woman PUNCHED in the face by Ahmadinejad group in NYC on Lexington and 48th !
Friday, October 2, 2009
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