Dance besmel

Dance besmel

Years passed. A decade full of suffocation and fear, among the shadows that had fallen into the lives and lives of the children of this land. From year 1 to 2, there was no word "political crime" in the vocabulary of this land. Every criticism, every speech, and every thought that was contrary to the ruling, was quickly labeled "security threat".

The life of the children of Iran was slowly wrapped up with the intelligence of the intelligence agencies. The files were made, the charges were attached to their lives like new wounds. The courts were issued in courts with only a name for justice. Years of imprisonment, improper torture, and the gradual destruction of wishes.

But the most painful scenes were not in the dark cells but in the minds of the victims. Pictures that never cleared.

One day in the midst of endless interrogations, one of the prisoners wrote in his mind diary:
"The butchers separated the secret from the body. To prevent blood from flowing, hot oil was cut on the throat. But that was not the end. The bodyless body began to rotate in the heart of Iran's tired soil. The body that still flowed in its veins was danced. A dance that you drink of pain and anger.

The butchers, with animal faces, brought their laughter to the sky and drowned in the illusion of getting closer to God. But the sky had another answer. A call came to say, "Your dance is the most beautiful dance."

The body continued to rotate more crazy. In your blood. The voice of his collision with the earth rose like a resurrection drum and shouted, "Oh your own in me, make me water."

Another call crossed the existence and existence: "The guardian of my nectar."

But those butchers, deaf and blind, continued their evil laughter from understanding the truth. "

The dance was reminiscent of the fate of thousands of young people whose dreams were crushed under the cruel wheels of the security apparatus. But their blood, their story, and their truth, still dance. Even when their lives were destroyed, their souls whispered the voice of freedom in the ears of history.

#By Behnam mohtarami#Bashemal #

Behnammohtarami

او در دل های پاک در جانهای بزرگ

عشق مجاز در زلف و در چهره‌هاست
دل‌ها به فریبش دلخوش و پرسه‌هاست
آری که دلی شاد و روحی پر از درد
چشمان دل‌باخته در دنبالِ هر لبخند

ولی عشق حقیقی، فراتر از این است
نه در صورت و رنگ، بلکه در روح و حقیقت است
او در دل‌های پاک، در جان‌های بزرگ
در خودشناسی و نورِ الهی در یک قدم به راه است

عشق مجاز فریبی بیش نیست، بر سرِ آب
ولی عشق حقیقی در عمق دریاهاست و با قلب
در آسمان‌ها و زمین، در هر لحظه و جا
حقیقتی نهانی است که تنها با دل پاک، پیداست