I was born in 2000 but look much older than my age. As a child, I had to work like an adult. Every time my older brother attacked my mother and beat her for drug money, I thought I had failed to bring enough cash. No matter how hard I tried, a child’s salary and…
In recent days, we have witnessed a renewed conflict in the Palestinian region and an attack by the Islamist group Hamas on the lands under the control of the Israeli government, which was unprecedented in the past years or even decades. This incident shows more than anything that the Palestinian issue, which everyone liked to…
I was born in 2001. I still smell my mother whenever I see fire. My sister and I were both six years old when my mother, due to my father’s endless beatings and accusations, poured gasoline on herself. By the time the neighbors reached her, there was nothing left of my mother. My father didn’t…
I was born in the late 1980s. My father was a left-wing political prisoner in the 80s, and I was conceived during the prison visits. After my father’s release when I was two years old, even though he was educated, he had to go to other jobs because of his political background. My mother couldn’t…
I was born in 2000. I was six months old when my father fell from the top of a building while working and died. Because there was no insurance, and we were also destitute, my mother married a man with addiction at my uncle’s insistence. My mother also turned to drugs. For two years, they…
I was always in the minority. Being on the periphery in linguistic, sexual, gender, intellectual, and ethnic aspects, being born on the edge of the so-called border of the country, and not seeing clean water and food was normal for me until I went to other provinces. Being raped by a family clergy did not…
I was born in 2003. I do not know my father. I wish I didn’t know my mother. It is not strange for a country girl to become a woman at the age of ten, at least not around us. Becoming a woman means being rented for a month’s worth of food. In the many…
I was born in 2004. Like many other comrades, I don’t know in which hospital I was born. But the hellish city where I grew up is clipped to Khuzestan province. Like my other comrades, my first prison was family, and I learned the struggle bit by bit from there. My uncle killed my older…
An international comrade emailed us the following message covering an important issue: Two UK journalists, together with 104 members of a persecuted religious minority from seven different countries, have come forward with disturbing accounts of torture and physical abuse by Turkish authorities. Seeking legal asylum at the Turkey-Bulgaria border, the 104, including women and children,…
On the 12th of February, we held a solidarity action in support of the feminist revolution in geographical Iran and Kurdistan. With Tea, Coffee, and homemade vegan baked goods, we tried to raise as much money as possible to give to The Federation of Anarchism Era, which they use to fund the activities of various…