Description
In God Makes Me Promises, the boundaries between home and exile, body and memory, are constantly unsettled. Moving between Tehran and London, these poems hold violence, tenderness, and defiance in the same breath. They trace the weight of womanhood, the persistence of memory, and the quiet power of survival. What is silenced does not disappear—it shifts, persists, and finds new ways to speak, demanding to be seen, felt, and remembered long after the page is closed.
دستهایم را در باغچه میکارم
سبز خواهم شد، میدانم، میدانم، میدانم
و پرستوها در گودی انگشتان جوهریم
تخم خواهند گذاشت
-فروغ فرخزاد
“I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.”
-Forough Farrokhzad
