جبههٔ آنارشیستی

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 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…