by Joya Noori
Translated by Asadullah Jafari “Pezhman” The first day
Bullets, suicides, ambulances
Barchi, fear, terror, and panic
Newspapers, news, and television… Everything smells
The smell of blood
The blood of Kaaj’s girls and the blood of knowledge
The blood of Tabasum and the blood of enlightenment… I’m thinking…