My city now speaks the same language as all the cities around the world.
Fear and anxiety spread its shadow in the sky of Rasht, and I, who never in my dreams feared the streets of solitude, think that when I return home, I will not embrace my father, mother, and sister.
These days, when life takes on a more complete meaning, I am forced to believe that Coronavirus will be a turning point in this history of my life and it will give a new meaning to my life.
As the sky is more beautiful and the blossoms of spring become the exact meaning of hope.
People look at each other behind the mask as if they want to say something
TV and satellite become nightmares whose only job is annoying my conscientious.
I understand our dim courtyard better than the news.
The central park, which has always refreshed me, is now hidden in a blue sack
I’m not upset about not observing anymore
The rupture of this sack is like a breath to live that refreshes hope.
Death, no matter how unfortunate, is the full meaning of life
Like white that doesn’t make sense without black.