Ari Honarvar, one of our Musical Ambassadors from Iran, remembers what it was like to live in that oppressive environment.
“The Iran-Iraq War had begun... Life had taken on a chilling unreality since the Islamic revolution erupted... The new, strange laws banned girls from running in public, leaving the house without hijab, or playing with boys. Spies lurked and listened to private conversations. Protesters were tear gassed and imprisoned, and anti-revolutionaries were executed. Then bombs began falling.
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"There was a real war. And then there was the war on joy. Our collective spirit wilted as the arts were targeted and most music became illegal. The assault on our coping mechanisms took a toll. In the darkest of moments, poetry became our lifeline as ancient poems were immune to this brutality. The irony never escaped us that while we could still recite Hafez and
Khayyam verses celebrating the Beloved with songs, dancing, and wine, we couldn’t partake of alcohol. We couldn’t dance. We couldn’t sing.”
Read the entire essay here, We Couldn't Sing. We Couldn't Dance.