Negar Emrani
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It has short hands, death;
Right before they reach your neck, It kisses your lips. "Hussein, Hussein, Hussein." Like a magician, I put your name into my mouth And pulled it out of a soldier's pocket Who was returning home. I wish the sun would have returned Pulling the night off the sky, And the day on which I saw you Would have come back. You, Would have come back. The News was EnormousThe news was enormous;
The Earth committing self-immolation Autumn pouring shades of red on faces. The badgers wearing black And stars, One by one, Falling down. I should have thought, about a bullet shell inside me I should have found the night Pulled it out of the darkness. The news was enormous And I so small That facing the storm I had lighted fire. The FatherlandMy geography began from the fatherland.
There no one dreamt of butterflies. My father was not a skilled farmer Planted the grief-stricken berries in his own chest Gifted the turbid clouds to my mother's face Left the wild boars for us. One day, the borders became tighter. The berries dried out underground. My mother turned into rain. We, not knowing how to hunt, Scattered our wound seeds on the earth. |
Negar Emrani was born on January 1st 1985 In Mashhad, Iran. Back then arranging the date of birth for an earlier time than the real birth date was considered by Iranian parents to be a smart way of being able to send children to school at an earlier age. So Negar’s ID was issued on September 2nd 1984. She now holds a BSc from Ferdowsi University of Mashhad and a MSc in Biotechnology from AUT-SRB.
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