Lyrics of Acid Bazi (Recital) Shahin Najafi In English

Shahin is now fashionable, they joke about acid throwing, they spray water in the faces of girls in the street... They made this dirty joke with me today... I was very scared... I said that my face was ruined... I cant describe how scared I was... It was horrible... They are very stupid sometimes... These are the words of a young girl who wrote to me on Twitter. Again, that poem by Martin Niemöller is paraded before my eyes: first they came to the Communists, I remained silent because I was not a Communist. Then they came to the socialists, and I remained silent because I was not a socialist. Then they came to the Jews, and I remained silent because I was not a Jew. When they came to me, there was no one to protest. Dear Believe me, silence is not the last bulwark. Prescribing silence to a sterile society is, at best, like morphine for a heroin addict. Now our society is a concoction of indifference and ridicule. A society that at the beginning of the 1980s saw the massacre of soldiers, non-commissioned officers and soldiers of the Pahlavi era and remained silent. Then they massacred the Mujahid and the Fedayeen, and he remained silent. Then they cut the Kurds to pieces and he remained silent. They humiliated Baluchistan and we remained silent. The Turks, the Gilaks, and the Lurs were ridiculed, and we remained silent. The year 1987 came, and a kilo of human beings were killed, and Khavaran was sad and forgotten... And we remained silent. We sat on July 8 without any end and watched the students helplessly and remained silent. There were a series of murders and we remained silent. Oh, the soul of a person catches fire when you remember Mohammad Mokhtari, Pouyandeh, and the Sirjanis. Then the movement turned green and the soft drinks became the sword, and we sank into the subordinates of the protesters and we remained silent. Recently, the prisoners were shown naked in the prison and we remained silent. Now they are spraying acid on our daughters, women, sisters, and dear ones. Are we still silent? No. There is a better solution. We make fun of our misery. We are playing. Who has not sprayed acid on our men and sons!! Is a woman more than a few holes for men to drain?! We do not remain silent, we make fun of him. We sprinkle the water of terror on the faces of our daughters so that they do not forget where they are breathing in the world. Man is the most forgotten concept, the absent, trampled and muddy under the titles of religion, homeland and morality. The acid spraying system sprays hope and prudence on the faces of selected victims in plastic glasses. The national media is silent. The government is silent. Those who do not know the concept of the taste of acid, make fun of the subject. Dont be surprised, dear, this is our truth. We hate the crushed faces of acid victims, because they look like our insides. Destroyed, sick and ugly. Send from Shahriar