September 19, 2018

This is the echo of Iran's breath

Lyrics: Moeini Kermanshahi
Music: Sadegh Nojooki
Arrangement: Ali Elahi


September 10, 2018

The Mind is Immortal

Dariush: The Mind is Immortal
Song: Pouyan Moghadassi
Artwork: Mana Neyestani
Video Editing: Ayeneh Foundation


March 21, 2017

On the eve of a new year, a new spring and an excuse to molt....

We must be willing to admit error, confront obsolescence, and throw out the old, tired ideas
We are no less than the earth my friends,
look, take a close look,
today, the earth is molting....

In a world where silence and indifference weighs on the shoulder of unity and solidarity,
In a world where wanting and having have replaced compassion and love,
In a world where feelings are forgotten and being alive has replaced living life,
In a world where reaching the top means walking on the back of others,
In a world where lonely bodies chose seclusion over sympathy,
In a world where we are helplessly roaming our days with the noose of life gripping our neck,
In a world where our trust and not just our beliefs have been lost in the oblivion,
In a world where our wounds grow deeper and our souls grow weary, our bodies grow weak and our spirits run dry.....

I would like us to live in peace with the world,
if dictatorship and oppression let us...

I would like us to look deeper in our souls and encourage tolerance,
if selfishness and self centeredness let us...

I would like compassion and kindness to become the norm,
if our ego and self-importance let us...

I would like our prisons to be free of our younger generation,
if human rights violations let us...

I would like our world not to be immersed in social maladies,
if the lack of knowledge and awareness let us...

I would like no child to die of hunger and war in the 21st century,
if the costs of nuclear and military powers let us...

I would like to see our youth be equipped to thrive in a changing world,
if cruelty and the death of humanity let us...

I would like friendships to be real and loving to be unconditional,
if virtual friendships and contractual affections let us...

I would like every year to be an opportunity for refreshing our mind and vision,
if prejudice and self righteousness let us...

I would like us to go from "me" to "us",
if our cultural diseases and our fear of globalization let us...

I would like the power of love to rule the world,
if the love of power let us...

Humanity has no boundaries, no religion, no politics and is colorblind. It is always beautiful and not expressed in words, but it should always be cherished. Living life requires our presence, and being present is our right and cherishing the moments is our only savior. We owe it to ourselves to create these moments. The past is gone, no one is handing us our future. We are the sole captains of our destiny and the key to our survival is to breaking our cocoons and evolve as butterflies.

Let us molt and flourish together and thrive holding the reign of our destiny...


October 26, 2015

My dearest, my dearest, take a look at me in the mirror.....

I had been practicing the art of silence for a while, maybe a silence which was desperately trying not to turn into words, and may be like a mirror I was trying to reflect life into my soul.

We humans are amazing creatures, we struggle in the search of conquering our valuables and for the survival of our dreams, but we never discover the world of our inner being. as fast as a blink of an eye, we have reached the end of another year, and in the privacy of our loneliness, we ponder on our belongings and all the dreams we have filed away. We have to live in the moments, we have to cherish the moments, we have to create life from the moments....

I have placed Ayeneh in front of you as a reflective mirror, so that in the repetitive rush of all the wounds and pains, ​I can remind you of the ever present power of love , hope and freedom. Facing the mirror we cannot hide realities behind words, the reality of recovery, the reality of compassion, the reality of being a healer and flourishing together. I have spoken to you about the grandeur of recovery, today at a time where life is warning us about the drought, it has been over a year that Ayeneh has, along with all our friends of recovery, gifted the gift of rejuvenation to our mother earth.

In the era of all the cold text messages​ the world shares, we opened the fourth chatroom in our Behboudichat website to welcome our wounded refugees so as to create a sanctuary of recovery for this wounded sector of the society. The other 3 chatrooms, dedicated to the friends of recovery, those seeking recovery and their families are still welcoming all those in need.

​Ayeneh's harvest this spring is a booklet we have created to empower all those who care suffering from the disease of codependency, so that with the helping hands of Ayeneh they can begin to learn how to recover themselves and play a constructive role in the lives of their loved ones​.

​You and I know that it has been years that handwritten letters have given their place to the computer screens and keyboards, today I would like to listen to your unspoken words and hear your take on the solutions, constructions and solutions, as always, talk to me about our land, Iran....​


August 12, 2012

March 23, 2012

Norouz means that no winter is endless...

Norouz means that no winter is endless...

Our Norouz is here, do you know anyone who mends happiness?
It is a fact that if we do not stop making mistakes, the mistakes will stop us in our track...
When love replaces hate,
When faith replaces hopelessness,
When beliefs replace doubts,
When light replaces darkness,
When kindness replaces animosity,
When ifs replace musts,
When awareness replaces lies and denial,
When there comes an end to the rape and killing of our youth,
When prevention replaces fight,
When education replaces fanaticism and ignorance,
When before criticizing the society we start questioning ourselves,
When before rebuilding our country we rebuild ourselves,
When we move from apathy to unity and solidarity,
Only and only then we will truly be free, we have to remember that life is not a name it is a verb, life is not love it is loving, life is not a song, it is singing, life is not a dance, it is dancing, and life is not about having and wanting, it is all about being and building...

During our Norouz, we need to discard the old rusty thoughts, and just like the earth and nature, let us dig deeper and see how we too can exfoliate our heart and soul and rejuvenate with spring. It is our whole hearted presence, from silence to cries, from the inopportune to the wealthy, from young to old, that depicts our identity and our nationalism. The distance between two hands is a space called ME and YOU, my dear friends, tell me please how we can find our lost souls in this chaos?


February 19, 2012

Once upon time….

We have all grown up with the same children’s stories that began with the same opening sentence, reiterating what lonely beings we all are, and how at the end of it all our long drawn out journey will never reach its destination...

I have been asked time and again why silence?
I always would like to reply with another question: "if silence is bad then how come everyone is silent?

I took a quick look back and saw the echoes of my 40 year old journey staring back at me. Maybe we can hear the echoes of our plight only in utter silence, but I don't believe that silence is the answer. I consider silence as meditation, as a deeper insight into the psyche, the soul, my soul, yours, and our tormented souls which although the pain is eating away at it we remain an audience, it is destroying us but we remain spectators, it is debilitating us but we stay in limbo, we feel death nearing but we sit waiting...

Evolving from myths to facts needs a bit of meditation, moving from reaction to action necessitates some mediation, progressing from failures to victories requires a bit of meditation, evaluation and re-evaluation. Silence is golden when you are pondering on the avenues and means to really hear and feel our inner imprisoned voice warning us to stop living with denials which will only create a sure path to repeating our previous mistakes over and over again.

Don't you think this repetition is enough? Don't you think this history of repetition and this repetition of our history is enough?


December 26, 2011

There is no stopping the youngling…

Although December 7th (16 Azar) is symbolized as the birth of the student movement in our country, but today I have chosen to share my thoughts with all my countrymen, as well as our students, as I firmly believe that seeking education and awareness must be the goal of every single one of us all around the world. Not only to support the student movement, but because awareness and education is the only thing that will set all of us and our country free.
I hope that the culture of awareness will replace the culture of denial, the culture of dictatorship, the culture of ignorance, the culture of lies, the culture of power hungriness, the culture of slow disintegration into the abyss, the culture of indifference, and the culture of hopelessness and prejudice.
Maybe the most effective way to support our students is to wake up and educate ourselves; maybe the only way to fuel the growth of the freedom movement is for each and every one of us to undergo a cultural revolution, an uprising against ourselves, a freedom from our own mental prisons, what do you think?
Today, instead of talking about the edification of our students, we only hear about their being banned from continuing their education. For years students all over the world have been facing the chalk board, in our country they are facing the hangman’s noose and the executioner’s riffles, student’s worldwide struggle to succeed, but in our country they struggle to survive. In the past, students carried their books and now they carry their classmate’s coffin.
Why should you lock your lips to unlock the university doors? Why?
Looking back you see nothing but the abyss, looking forward the killing fields!!!???
But I can hear the students’ footsteps…
I am wishing for the day when our students will juggle opportunities instead of limitations and censorships,
I am wishing for the day when the classrooms will welcome our students and not the solitary confinements,
I am wishing for the day when the target is the students’ success not the students themselves,
I am wishing for the day when the hearts and souls of our students thrive on the streets of our country and not in the prison cells,
I am wishing for the day when our students are not victims but the instigators of change and evolution and progress,
I am wishing for the day when we as people seek justice by fighting injustice instead of seeking revenge,
And finally, I am wishing for the day when we as people go from being watchers to fighters, when we go from reacting to acting, and fight with our students, our freedom seekers.
Let us cherish and remember all those students who gave their lives in the fight for freedom, let us be the ever present supporters of those like Majid Tavakoli, Fereshteh Shirazi, Ziya Nabavi, Arya Arya Nejad and all their compatriots and our countrymen who are tirelessly fighting every moment of their lives for freedom, our freedom, let us not just be their voice, but be their true partners, allies, countrymen and compatriot and walk and fight besides them.
In this nightmare, you and I are the kind,
You and I are the north, the south, the east and the west,
Don’t fear the dark; you are the light, aren’t you?
Don’t fear the drought; you are the quenching dew, aren’t you?


October 09, 2011

My country, My pride, My land...


My country, My pride, My land...

The gradual drying of Lake Urmia, one of the world’s largest saltwater lakes, is not only a national tragedy, but a social and economic natural resource catastrophe, and a huge international devastation.

Alas, in addition to the demise of lake Urmia, we are witnessing our Esfahani countrymen who are facing the distressing consequences of the drying of Zayande river, along with our hardworking khouzestanis who are dealing with the increased salinity of the Sharb waters, and last but not least the desolation of our countrymen in the south of Teheran being poisoned by the ever increasing infestation of their drinking water. I believe that we all share the social, economical and environmental consequences of these devastating living examples of our natural resources destruction, and as we feel and share the pain of our countrymen, the responsibility of healing these wounds lays on all our shoulders.

The question remains, how can we make the virtual disappearance of our beloved Urmia lake and the honorable and justified uprising and fight of our Azerbaijani countrymen yet another stimulus to encourage our entire country’s fight against other social maladies, including the demise of our natural resources?

If the culprits, if the enemies are known to each and every one of us, if fighting for the survival of our beloved natural resources are truly believed by every one of us to be an integral part of our fight against injustice, torture, execution, and other injustices destroying our country and countrymen, who is responsible to stop these injustices? How can we perpetually be united and ever present in our demand for our human rights?


July 06, 2011