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Tuesday:

My sin

by Peyvand Sadeghian

Mohhamad Mossadegh

Former Prime Minister of Iran 1951-53

Mystery malaise and ill health deemed an ‘odd mannerism’*

A symbol of anti-imperialism

So much so that he conducted his business from bed in grey woolen pyjamas (fitting since it is a Persian word after all)

So offensive to capitalist imperialist racist sentiment was he that the Americans and British backed a coup against him.

Just because he sat in bed, this did not mean he remained silent. Mossadegh believed that would have been a sin.

From his bed he did not compromise.

اگر خاموش بنشینم گناه است


*https://archive.nytimes.com/www.nytimes.com/library/world/mideast/041600iran-cia-mossadegh.html


Mossadegh in bed.

Mossadegh in bed.

Mossadegh in bed.

Mossadegh in bed.

Mossadegh in bed.

The Evening Standard 1951.

Dossadeghian

My bed is not a safe space

Low rumbles of purrs provide the soundtrack to my own thoughts

I don’t need my head in a duvet to go to a dark place

They say the vibrations of a cat heals bones

I say it heals my mind

Limbs weighed down by critical voices

Mossadegh oiled the wheels towards revolution from his bed

What have I achieved? 



Gwenda

Purrs…