Hey guys, I’ve been a way for a couple of weeks due to exams, and even though they’re not over yet, something happened that makes my absence longer.
I don’t wanna talk about war and politics here, I made this space to be a safe and peaceful place for everyone, and don’t wanna let anyone ruin it.
And I can’t come here, write and communicate, and ignore what’s happening in my country.
And that’s the reason I won’t write here until we find some peace, though having hope here and now, is like carrying a bottle full of fireflies, and that bottle will finally turn into their graveyard.
And the truth is, life goes on. People away from this place continue their routines, and they should.
It breaks my heart to see my people die, suffer, and lose dreams. While the people who started this fire, are having a good time, proud of how they’re burning our home.
After all, war is never justified in any case. Players will continue playing, maybe even make some agreement, riches go richer, and the real loser is the mother seeking her child’s bones to moan upon.
“There was a little girl
living in a house made of paper,
It was fragile, sad and alone
but she loved to have a place she could call home,
She had dreams and hopes
of a day she’s grown up and doesn’t have to cope,
One day she was playing, with her heart full of trust
she felt a warmth and everything was on fire, turning into the dust,
Everything was burning, her family, body and home
her dreams turn into a dandelion wandering with sob,
It looked for a new land, but never stayed
it was gone, for all that she prayed,
They forgot the dandelion, war and her cry
the carrier of the match continued to deny,
Years passed and they talked about victory
nothing was left of her in the books of history,
No one has asked what happened to that kid?
all her home, hopes and dreams that were all killed?
Who told her she wasn’t worthy of peace?
who told her in reality, her dreams can’t breath?
No one talked about her, or the bodies that were buried
cause no one wanted their day to be ruined,
They looked for a story they could bear,
about the reality no one would care,
Years passed and children far from paper land
studied how that war was wisely planned,
The dandelion was lost, dead in its graveyard
the ugly face of war was always denied,
No one remembered how painful was it,
except an eternal pain in the hearts of those who were left.
-Haniyeh Amini”
Meantime, I hope you continue your healing journey.
Although I’m not here with you, my heart always continues to pray for you all.
Please be safe, and please don’t believe anything you hear. Investigate for yourself.
Writing was always my way of thinking, coping and being. Being away from it won’t be easy, though I’ll continue writing for myself.
Many of you I haven’t seen before, but there’s a good reason why we’re here together.
And that reason will continue to be, and deliver my prayers, love and support for you, even if you don’t hear from me often.
This is the 10th day, we started summer with a war, I hope we finish it with peace for all.
With love and respect,
Haniyeh
23 yo, med student, writer and lifelong learner.
1404/04/01
June 22, 2025
First day of summer…
🤍🤍🤍💫🙏