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By Hasse-Nima Golkar WHERE IS ”WARISHEH MORADI”? The situation for Warisheh Moradi, a Woman Rights Activist in Kurdistan, is dangerous. She has been subjected to forced disappearance since August 1, 2023, near the Kurdish city of Sanandaj in the northwest of the country by the security forces of the ruling fascist Shia Islamic state in…
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…
By Hasse-Nima Golkar According to the social media reports, the ruling fascist-terrorist Islamic State of Iran has murdered a 17-year-old student girl named “Armita Garawand” born on April 2, 2006, a resident of Tehran, because she “did not respect the obligatory Islamic Hijab “, exactly like Mahsa (Jina) Amini’s case. Armita, along with her schoolmates,…
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…