40 days since the greatest massacre of Iranians in their soil.
Since the
last time I wrote here, unfolding events in Iran have carried such unbearable
weight that it felt impossible to do anything but grieve, think, reflect on
the repeated cycles of history, and try to stay connected with friends and
family.
I look back at my older posts here, where I wrote about the polarisation
of ideas among people — among close friends and within families. Now,
hard-line, anger-fuelled movements are taking over. Meanwhile, global powers
circle, each with its own plans to claim a piece of the cake — a cake drenched
in the blood of innocent people.
Times like this are a reminder that cycles of repetition are
always waiting to return. Silence is being imposed — not only by the regime, as
it has for 47 years, but also within our own circles. A silence born partly of
fear. Partly out of respect for the loss of lives, no matter under which
banner. And partly a silence that waits for the right moment — when real, deep,
human conversations can begin again.
There is so much to learn . Learn to respect, to acknowledge when you are in the minority, to hold firmly to your core human beliefs against the heavy waves that threaten to wash them away and try to do the little things you can.
It has been
very hard to maintain normal life activities at such times but in the mean time,
The Walnut
of Knowledge was Premiered in London Short film Festival.
We finally
screened a collection of films from the Left Bank Collective, amid all the tragedies
in Iran at the Cube Cinema . Even the smallest hope that might have come out
of this collaboration for the brave young filmmakers, worths the worlds.
Ripple Effect
will be screened at BEEF 10th anniversary programme focused on FilmLabs.

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