The burning incident of schoolgirls in Piranshahr (one of the Kurdish cities in Iran) in 2012 is one of the most bitter and tragic social events.
The pale sunlight
Rests upon each brick of the wall
The winter stable
Yawns, still drowsy in its sleep
The half-open eyes of a chestnut mare
Chew on the spring gallop of her foal
And a speckled sheep
Licks her autumn lamb
The oven is still full
Of the scent of fresh bread
And the hand-painted tablecloth
By the firewood stove
Stirs the impatience of hunger
A woman
Sweeps away the night's slumber
From the room
With her wet broom
Beside the porch
A man
Stitches up an old sack
A girl
With care, folds her gifted scarf
In the embroidered dowry bundle
So the delicate flowers
Won’t be crushed
Tiny footprints
Have disturbed the dampness of last night's rain
In the narrow, muddy alleys
The rush of morning songs
Upon lips turned blue
Now accustomed to the wine-red cracks
The warmth of a square room
Hotter than the hearts of girls
Who laugh as simply as a word
Fall in love as purely as a smile
And catch fire as swiftly as a glance
Tired eyes
Follow the clumsy handwriting
Of the night’s homework
On colorless wooden desks
The gaze lingers
A scream breaks in the throat
And flames devour
The innocent words of children
Now, only smoke and sorrow remain
A mourning in the village alleys
Over the damp earth
For in the City of the Elders
Once again
The children
Will burn
Arsalan – Tehran
December 15, 2012
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