I am Parvin Fahimi—
A mother from this country, a mother who believes in peace, a mother whose child, Sohrab Arabi, was taken from her by this very regime during Iran’s 2009 Green Movement.
On February 28, my brother is scheduled for surgery. It is Ramadan. After the pre-dawn meal, we send them off to the hospital. To ease my anxiety, I lie down for a while.
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I think today is the thirtieth day of the war… or maybe the thirty-first, I’ve lost count. It’s the ninth of Farvardin. We heard several loud explosions in east Tehran again, and then the electricity went out.
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I am writing this while six days have passed since the war began, and my family and I have officially become displaced by it.
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Just minutes after the arrival of the year 1404, I wrote to two of my closest friends: “This is the first New Year’s moment in my life when I broke down and burst into uncontrollable tears.
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A long, stretchedout week that has felt less like seven days and more like an entire year. As I write these lines on this Saturday morning, I still cannot grasp that only a week separates me from last Saturday
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Yesterday, around sunset on the fifth day of the war, I walked for a long time along Valiasr Street in Tehran.
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Perhaps our greatest failure has not unfolded on the battlefield, but in the collapse of our collective
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Baraa’h Qandeel is one of the 16 emerging literary translators accepted to our Summer 2025 Gaza Literary Translation Workshop, supported by Palestine Writes. Here, she translates one of her own poems
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Narges Hosseini is 32 years old and the second protester to stand up on a utility box on Revolution Street in Tehran to protest compulsory hejab. She has been in prison since that fateful Monday (January 29). In a phone interview with veteran journalist Shahrzad Hemati, Narges, explained the reasons behind her protest and the circumstances of her subsequent arrest.
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