I Wasn’t Named After Farrah Fawcett

Farah

On the ceiling of the upstairs bathroom stall at Canter’s Deli is a tiny red stamp

In all caps it reads,

YOU ARE THE SOURCE OF FREEDOM


Donald Trump just killed Qassem Soleimani

It is January 2020

I can hear a siren echoing in my neighborhood


All those years of fear, of hiding, of lying, of telling people — because I pass — that I am not Iranian


I am fractured, bruised, tainted, torn, soiled, old, exhausted

How can I be the source of freedom?


Jerry, the tow-lift driver I met last Saturday, told me I must have been named after Farrah Fawcett

I played along, feigned agreement looking into his crystal blue eyes


I wasn’t named after Farrah Fawcett


Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves

Uranium ore deposits

Oil reserves


Iranian culture transcends oil and fucking uranium


There’s nothing as beautiful as a haft-seen at Nowruz, nothing as fragrant, delicate, and tangy as saffron rice and rose water ice cream and sour cherry preserves, nothing as heartbreaking and spine-tingling as an old Persian song sung by Marzieh, nothing as strangely soothing as an Abbas Kiarostami film, nothing as haunting and enchanting as Forough Farrokhzad’s poetry


I have never been to Iran, but my body dreams of it, aches for it, fucking pines for it


Liberals and conservatives alike will continue their decades-long circle-jerk to the beating of the Iran-US war drum


They’ll say it’ll necessarily constitute a regime change, that the Islamic state will be destroyed, that women will be saved, that children will be free


There will be no regime change

There will only be another merciless war, “carnage,” to quote Trump


Iranians here and Iranians there will be fucked


The same old story

Sad people, poor sad people, poor sad displaced people, poor sad displaced exiled people


The sick idea that this is happening for the sole purpose of a fascist re-election is very real


We hold these truths to be self-evident:

Empire knows no bounds

Empire manifests as murder

Empire must be destroyed

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