The Stories they tell

These Days every Iranian pair of eyes is a book of 1001 nights
Every Iranian is a Scheherazade telling stories to survive one more night
For none knows, what tomorrow will bring
Look into them, but look deep
You will hear the cries of men and women
The silent scream of those, who shall not be allowed to say a word
You will hear the stories carved in their hearts
The stories of decades of pain, fear, blood and suppression
But listen further and you shall hear them chant
You could hear the saddest ballads sung out of their ripped lips
Every Iranian knows a sad song to sing
As well as each one of them would know a verse of Hafez by heart
But should you look deep into their eyes these days
You would also see courage beyond imagination
You could fear wrath, so strong no human can take on their own
There are also fear, pain, grief and despair
But every Iranian bears Arash’s Bow and Kavè’s Crest these days
It is all in their eyes and in the hands that keep holding on to each other