Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Sick of what's home--not homesick

They're at it again. Not that they ever stopped. Not that they'll ever stop, I suppose. You'd think I'd not react after having seen it happen over and over again.

Rudaki, did you ever dream when you wrote your poem about missing the scent of the Muliyan river and about being homesick for your beloved country that it would ever come to this? Probably.

Buyeh Juyeh Muliyan - (Marzieh with Banan)



(I try not to listen to this song very often, because it really tears me up, but I also need to listen to it from time to time to remember that we were not and are not all savages).