"I was born in an Iranian prison. My parents were held in their jails. My uncles lie in their mass graves.
Nothing you can tell me about the crimes of the Iranian regime that I haven't lived in blood and bone.
That doesn't mean I want my people bombed, maimed, killed, their homes in ruins.
If your vision of liberation comes only through the destruction of innocent lives, then it's not freedom you're after."
-Sahra Delijani, Iranian author
Know thyself.
汝自身を知れ。
در دل شبهای سرد و بیصدا نور میتابد ز عمق لحظهها گرچه طوفان شاخهها را خسته کرد باز میروید گل از این خاکها
Dar dele shabhā-ye sard o bi-sedā Noor mitābad ze omghe lahzehā Garche toofān shākhehā rā khaste kard Bāz mi-rooyad gol az in khākh-hā
In the heart of cold and silent nights, Light shines from the depths of moments. Though the storm has tired the branches, Flowers will bloom from this soil once again.