4
July
2025
El choclo , A force
This will be a brief introduction to the tango piece “El Choclo” and how to interpret it—not with technical terms or analysis, but in terms of how to experience and express its feeling.
23
JUL
2025
Mami is a story not a person
Which remind me of who refuse to give up, who choose principles over convenience and integrity over compromise. and I changed it to a nother story. (inspired by real happend stories ! )
We were in fear, in London,
Under another name, another sky.
They had written my father’s name,
A mark on his head, a price on our peace.
A young girl,
With guards in the shadows,
A suitcase packed for every day,
Never free, never still.
The streets were foreign,
The voices unknown,
But I walked them anyway,
Head down, eyes ahead.
They told me:
“Hide your name, hide your home,
Speak little, trust no one.
The danger is real.”
But me, but me, but me—
I studied, I lived, I dreamed still.
Forty days, forty nights,
Years, really—under threat,
And yet I kept moving,
From fear to purpose.
Medicine, then politics,
A family, a country, a Union.
They said: “You cannot lead Europe,
It is too hard, too dangerous.”
But me, but me, but me—
I stood, I spoke, I rose.
Like the prisoner who won’t talk,
I refused to bow,
From a hunted girl to a leader,
From fear to freedom.
And still,
The trams of Brussels hum,
The noise of power and struggle—
But I keep my place,
And I don’t look back.
Because me, me, me—
I am one who won’t stop.
24
JUL
2025
The practice of expressing inner feelings using sound
So, now you wish to speak?
Of dignity? Of the weight of emotion?
Of what it means to feel as humans do?
Please—don’t mistake me.
I do not say, “Do not speak.”
I say—do not whisper in fragments,
do not build half-sentences
that collapse like paper towers
at a narcissist’s touch.
No—speak like Tchaikovsky would:
turn your heart into a piano concerto,
pour your grief and fire into keys,
and pray that Евге́ний Ки́син’s hands and Karajan’s soul
breathe life into it.
And if you doubt yourself,
believe me—
you hold the potential.
Where to begin?
Listen…
And let it move you.
25
JUN
2025
Music is a tale beyond naming, too vivid to be called fantasy, for it breathes with the pulse of truth
It is not death that rides, but the delicate seduction of the unknown—where fear and longing entwine, and a child’s final breath becomes a question no voice can answer. And though many attempt its telling, only when Kissin strikes the keys do I believe it, for in that moment it unfolds before my very eyes.
7
JUL
2025
Wealth’s significance comes from how it is applied
All hearts crave the touch of matter,
though tongues pretend otherwise.
Even the one who renounces gold
dreams of a hidden treasure.
But this is the secret:
What do you do with what you hold?
Whom do you welcome through your door?
Which seed do you choose to plant in the garden of your days?
You cannot weave silk from shadows,
nor drink wisdom from an empty cup.
So learn the taste of beauty,
practice the art of lifting souls—
for what you shape within yourself
becomes the fragrance of the world.
27
JUL
2025
When music and acting interwine
They unleash a rich, almost luxurious emotional force—a kind of expressive alchemy that can turn simple moments into unforgettable experiences.
20
Jan
2026
Jazz, Freedom, and the Making of Love
Jazz feels like a deliberate, passionate form of freedom because it is built on intentional choice within motion—an art of deciding, in real time, how to breathe, bend, and become. Yet the farther we drift, the more we risk losing the core: the quiet origin that lives at the beginning of movements, where meaning first gathers its nerve.
In its early unfolding, jazz was a kind of narrative. It carried story in its phrasing—calm, but never tame; rebellious, but never hollow. It spoke in nuance rather than spectacle. Now, too often, it can seem angled toward astonishment—toward proving ability rather than cultivating sense, toward dazzling the ear instead of telling the truth.
And love, like jazz, cannot be made inside a cage. No one can truly make love without freedom, because the most honest moment of love is not possession but surrender—the gift of one’s freedom, offered willingly. But surrender is only real when it comes from something you genuinely have. Without that prior freedom, what looks like giving becomes bargaining; what sounds like devotion becomes transaction.
So listen more to jazz—not as decoration, but as practice: in presence, in risk, in tenderness, in the disciplined courage to be free.
24
Jan
2026
Memorials as Symbols: When Remembrance Becomes a Declaration
Memorials can feel hollow—on their own, they don’t undo loss, they don’t return a stolen life. So what good are they, really, when the cost was a heartbeat?
And yet… a memorial can be forged into alignment with a purpose: a vow made visible. A mark of respect for the enlightenment those women carried—an acknowledgment that their courage did not vanish just because someone tried to erase it.
If we’re speaking of symbols, then nothing is more fiercely worthy of a woman’s freedom than something that escapes gravity—something that rises beyond cages and borders. Something that goes to space. Something named after a star. Something named after a Persian goddess.
To bring it closer to where they were always meant to be: nearer to the sky they were denied. To the height their spirits were built for. To the future their lives were capable of giving. To the light they brought into a world that tried to dim them.
Could that not be our Nahid visible in our Sepehr?
Not as an empty gesture, not as a performance over a single strand of hair—but as a declaration: this time, free. Not a missile pointed at targets. Not an airplane sent to intimidate neighbors. Not a spectacle of domination.
A mission that lifts humanity instead—something that brings joy, pride, and meaning. A symbol that does not threaten life, but honors it.
I will do whatever it takes to make that symbol real—not only as a symbol, but as a torch:
They will not be forgotten. They are not forgotten.
Never.
Ever.
