I’ve heard it all, in all forms and rearrangement. Patterns so distant from my actual name that I’ve learnt to sweep things under the rug.

It hits me in these moments that there are worlds – literary, familial, cultural – that are almost entirely inaccessible to me, in a language that was meant to be mine.

El-ghorba translates to ‘estrangement’ in English, but to adopt this modern definition would be to overlook the word’s nuanced background: nostalgia that is intermingled with trauma and hopeless optimism.

The words ‘zan, zendegi, azadi’, when chanted after one another, reverberate through Iran and land like daggers at the feet of those who restrict our freedoms. But if Mahsa Amini gave her life for this fight, what have we done to leave our mark?

On the bond between mother and daughter.

Four poems

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