🕊️❤️‍🩹👏

 

❤️🌸🌺🌹🌺🌸❤️

 

🕊️

Politics was never my interest; however, in 2003, I once joined nearly one million people in London, together with Hooman, protesting against the war in Iraq.

Yet it is impossible not to notice the sadness of what has unfolded. 

Both the politics inside Iran and the politics surrounding it from outside have often led to disasters. It shows how humanity sometimes seems to lose its sense of care and responsibility. So many people have died, and so many others continue to suffer. 

It feels like a meaningless war without any real perspective or hope for resolution.

Hopefully, Iran will never develop into a country facing the kind of destruction and instability that we see today in places like Iraq or Afghanistan.

🌸 First Sign of Spring!

 

💚 from Frankfurt!

 

Snowy Silence,

 as I woke up today,

❤️‍🩹 Johnson, Jayapal & Bruce Springsteen

'This is about racism':
Texas Rep. Ann Johnson's blunt message to GOP over redistricting

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Pramila Jayapal

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Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Minneapolis

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Every person deserves dignity, 

no matter their status, no matter where.

No law, and no "POWER" can justify the loss of dignity. 

Humanity must always come first.

🌹German Song for Iran by Andy Kister

I see faces in the darkness,

eyes full of fear and yet prepared

people go out, they only want their

rights. But the answer is too often

so unjust.

They stand there with empty hands,

and yet courage burns inside them.

And every step is like an oath:

we will not give up, we will remain good.

And when your words are locked away,

when the internet is taken from you,

then hope screams through the streets,

because you can never be completely silenced.

Iran,

I carry you in my heart,

even when the world looks away.

Even when it hurts, your voices are

stronger than walls, stronger than fear,

stronger than blood.

Iran,

you are more than just tears,

more than just struggle, more than just pain.

Because in every child and every soul

freedom

beats in the heart.

I know the feeling when your homeland burns,

when you barely recognize yourself.

When friends disappear,

no one says why.

And still, love does not remain silent.

Because in Tehran

and in every place,

there lives a dream that never dies.

And even if your voice is taken away,

the truth remains - and it wins.

And no matter how cold the night is,

morning eventually returns.

Hope cannot be killed;

it always finds a way.

I carry you in my heart,

even when the world looks away,

even when it hurts.

Your voices are stronger than walls,

stronger than sand,

stronger than blood.

You are more than just tears,

more than just struggle, more than just pain.

Because in every child and every soul

freedom

beats in the heart.

And even if no one hears,

I hear you - even when everything

falls silent.

You are not alone.

The voices of the oppressed

will someday be heard

never forgotten.

☀️

❤️🌹

When the First Advent Light Touches Nature

 

Even in Autumn, Still Beautiful

 

🌔🦢

Tonight, I stood in the same park where, 31 years ago in September, I spent two weeks before finally finding a room.

Back then, the darkness was heavy, filled with fear and uncertainty. It was wet and raining, and I stayed awake, careful, trying not to sleep. Yet even in that struggle, I felt a kind of freedom, freedom from the violation of my dignity. For the first time, I felt that I belong to this earth, not to my relatives or anyone else, and that it is my home

Now, I pass through this park each evening on my way home from work, not as someone lost, but as someone who has walked a long road since.

The park itself has hardly changed, but I am no longer the same person. The years have carried me forward, teaching resilience, patience, and hope. The park holds my past, but it also whispers of survival, even as the end of life comes into view.

Sometimes a place becomes a mirror, reflecting not what it is, but who we were, and how far we have traveled. 

We have come far, not because of our academic degrees or our wealth, but because of the strength within us, and the peace that comes from no longer fearing the end of life, but still enjoying it.

💗

 

💕

 

❤️

 

⏳🫧🫧

 

🪿every evening back from work 🪿

🪷🪿🪷

 

Bruce Springsteen: A Voice Hooman Has Always Loved

 Hooman always admired Bruce Springsteen; not just for his music, but for the truth in his voice. 

Now, when Bruce speaks about what America has become, I remember how Hooman was saying these things 30 years ago. 

He could already see how the country might change, how it might stop being a land of hope for immigrants, and instead become a place of fear and division.