I have been perplexed and baffled for years as to why no one
believes that what has come of us stems from years of denial,
belittling and suppression of our national identity?
We have seen a complete oversight of the existence and presence of our countrymen in such mottos as “God, King,Country” in the past, and now, the enforcement of the Islamic laws has awarded our country not only with a repeat of this condescending disregard, but also thirty years of utter contempt for our national identity.

Let us not fear the cloudy skies and annihilate the clouds
of denial, and seek to restore our lost national identity.
Let us work hand in hand to resolve our cultural issues and
shortcomings, and move from global fear to global solidarity.
Let us set aside our personal needs and wants, avoid hero
worship, and obliterate our blind prejudices, and stop
burying our glorious history with our own hands.
Let us awaken our inner awareness and consciousness, and
find a comprehensive solution to prevent our history to be
engulfed in a vicious cycle of repetitive mistakes and oversights.

It is indeed our presence, from our silent cries to our upheavals, from our weaknesses to our strengths, Young and old, from any gender and sect, that creates the identity of our precious land.
The history of our glorious country is a testament of the fact
that no abominable power has ever been capable of preventing our capable and compassionate countrymen from achieving success.

Today is the first day of our future and that of our land,
and only we are capable to create our history.
In the space between our hands lies your soul and mine,
Where should we search for that which we have lost?

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Nezami Ganjavi - Museum of Azerbaijan's Literary Greats

On my way to Baku, I had a hunch that something was in the air; something was about to happen, I was about to face a phenomenon that I had never experienced before. Two hours and forty five minutes of flying over my country…I can feel the meaning of bewilderment in my heart and soul, and I do not take my eyes off of my land’s exhausted landscape for a second.

Bandar Abbas, Shiraz, Esfehan…
I open the wings of my imagination so that it can fly wherever its little heart desires. Strange times we live in! Once, when I was in Iran, I was struggling to get out, now, outside of my country, it is allowed to go anywhere but home.
Now , we are flying over Tehran, the skies are gloomy and cloudy, the flickering of the little lights are nowhere to be seen, but through these dark and heavy clouds, I can clearly see what goes on in the streets of my land, those alleys brimming with the sweet memories of my childhood and youth.
I have an inexplicable feeling; a part of me is still lingering in this land.
I remember a beautiful poem by Hamid Mossadegh:
Are you listening my beloved?
Do not wish upon a cloud
Do not wish upon rainless clouds
Clouds that are nowhere in sight
If there is any ambition, it lies within you and I
In this drought stricken desert
We can find water in the heart of stones

I find myself lost in my memories, the back alleys of Tehran, the distant memories, the sweet recollections, the failures, bewilderments, infatuations, the bitter sweet times, the unforgettable moments, the silent but oh, so grand memories, souvenirs of the good old times before this strange migration to a foreign land,
So long as the lights are off in my land,
The world turns in mourning,
As rosebud’s blood is dripping from the seconds
As the young carcasses pass through the night…

Dariush
January 6, 2009

Press Conference With Baku’s Media

After four years of anticipation, Dariush’s new album, “ The Silent Miracle” will be released on January 15, 2009 through DBM Enterprises, established by Dariush himself. A look back at the history of the world of Art in our country depicts repetitive and continuous destructive blows to this entity, especially in the music industry, through abuse, carelessness, censorship, filtering and corruption in the industries in charge of the distribution and sale of music in our society, and artists have been witnessing the pillage of their creations for years.

Dariush is one of the very few artists, who has always been dedicated to his goals, his constructive objectives, and his responsibilities towards his country and his people, not only in his artistic endeavors, but also in his humanitarian deeds. He has always sought to create an avenue for his values and his legacy to present life’s realities and truths to his people. In “The Silent Miracle” once again, Dariush has managed to break the barriers and present us directly, with another one of his magnificent creations, which speaks of our sentiments, our needs, our plight and the realities of our lives.

I love the silent miracle, because it was created with love...
I love the silent miracle, because its creators are its true owners...
I love the silent miracle, because in a tiny store, it faces a grand Country and kind souls who will support it wholeheartedly with all their might...

Dariush