War for Peace
2013 – Tehran – Iran
A history was written that saw wars, but not yet peace.
Among which of these bombs was the eternal song of peace sung, when the dance of light and sound caused an uproar!? T o which dreamy land did that uproar of light and sound throw my family, so that we never saw our beloved ones again? On which path did the childhood dreams, riding a white horse over the black cloud above the house, run that since then, life became my neighbour’s dream?
Mother’s embrace was warm but withered. Father’s embrace was warm but tired. War came.
The garden was shattered, and there was no embrace left…
The repeated, colourful, and beautiful imagination of the post-war and bloodshed world was so advertised that we did not know when and where this virus infected us. In what humanitarian rule is peace a result of death and bloodshed?