Fire

آری، آری ، زندگی زیباست زندگی آتشگهی دیرنده پا برجاست گر بیفروزیش، رقص شعله اش در هر کران پیداست ورنه، خاموش است وخاموشی گناه ماست سیاوش کسرایی / / / / / Life is like fire, can burns forever. If we turn it on we can see flame dances from far away, other wise its dark and thats our fault.

I remember


It was 16 years ago.
I can clearly remember that day:
My dad was seating on sofa and looking at newspaper, he was shocked and said loudly : Amrican navy explode our passenger aeroplane.
I couldn�t believe that. I checked the newspaper, on the first page, with big fonts: 290 people died.
I remember those fonts.

And I remember I was thinking what if my parents were in that plane?

And I remember few years later I watched a documentary on tv: the commander of that navy vessel were awarded by George Bush, Senior.


I was thinking:
why Amrican wanted to kill our regular people? Why they should have send a navy all the way from U.S to explode our plane?
I had no answer.




I remember last year, in street of Toronto, near the Amrican embassy, I, my sister and hundred thousands of other people were shouting:

George Bush we know you, daddy was a killer too�..