Sea of Green. In solidarity of the Iranian protesters.
Don’t give up. Time is with you.
Along the seashore, there are no waves
There is the world, splitting into broken pieces
At the footbridge
Tell me, how to halt the tears?
Tell me, where is there another world to live in?
(Ofra Haza, “Le’orech haYam”)
- It’s a song of life I’m singing you, I’m singing it to the world each year anew on this very day and moment. If you look closely, you will see the paradox in that song of mine, but it’s true, it’s sincere. To be honest – it’s a song of lament over a life which you have literally left behind you. You, Ofra Haza, Jewish girl, singer, wife, woman – you went away and wherever you must be now, it is surely the right place for you to be in. That’s how it is with people who leave us. It had been your path to follow, no matter how tragic and sad it had looked like for us, friendly observers from aside.
It’s another question I’m asking. What is it that you have left past you, left for us to live with!?
My question goes further.
What is this that you have brought into the world, this spiritual child of yours you gave life to by the means of your mere existence? How did you manage to impress the minds of thousands? A tiny woman, exercising her powers like instruments, knowing they would find the right material to work on. Is it your intuition in music, your appearance and attitude towards the world and those who inhabit it?
What is it that still makes you be felt so close in people’s hearts? That the star which has stopped shining more than a decade ago, with its light it still reaches eyes and ears?
I sound too lofty; I can’t refrain from my metaphors.
But my question goes deeper.
What is it that makes me want to internalize every bit and piece of you, from toe to hair, from thought to sound?
What force does make me want to implant that seed of life you’d spread – in the souls of others?
“Those who had sowed with tears
Will harvest with joy” (Psalm 126)
Perhaps those were us who had sown the seeds I mean. Devouring eagerly with a slight trace of obsession each of your moves, words and deeds, trying hard to be surrounded by this special aura which would smell like an exquisite perfume. It would provide us with the opportunity to steal away from time to time into that “other world” which you speak of in “Along the seashore”.
Are you a seed, Ofra? Then today you must be a forgotten one, having endured famine and drought. And still, you haven’t vanished. You’re there, in that cracky soil of our hearts.
Perhaps you are also a key, the key to “this other world which is the gate to other borders”, as you’ve timelessly stated at your performance at Montreux.
Seeds, keys, forces. I struggle to understand and live up to my own images, to the best of my ability.
All the power stems from the Creator.
February 18, 2011 at 4:20 am (Internet, Middle East, People, Politics, Revolution, Society, world)
Tags: ahmadinejad, day of anger, democracy, greeen revolution, iran, iranian, Middle East, Politics, protest, rebels, sea of green, student, vote, world
Can we believe it? The Green Revolution is back again in Iran?
Facebook and Twitter and all these instruments of message-spreading, the whole internet is full of “25 Bahman” and “13 Februar” . The song which had been sorrounded with mystery and fascinating magic and which was sung by countless Iranians in Europe and locally in Iran, Yare Dabestani-e-man (which I finally know means “My schoolmate” and has turned into a national anthem for freedom) is back again on screen and in my ears.
Welcome back, Iran’s Green Revolution, and we will pay thanks to Tunisia and Egypt if this time the Sea of Green which started in 2009 and was crushed down so bloodily, will spread again over their country and its waves will finally drown the bastions of inhumanity there. Welcome back, “my schoolmates” whose songs were ringing in my ears after school had been over in the afternoon and I was heading towards the central square to join some protest rally organized in our town.
What do these guys, the students and the believers in freedom, have to counter the attacks of their cruel leaders they do not want? It’s their minds, their technology, their youth, I assume. It’s their sweet humanity they show and spite into the faces of the fanatics who beat them up and detain them about a hundred at each rally. And it’s the time. Every revolution has its preparation time and its tunring point. Time, patience and determination which they hopefully are equipped with will do its best. Hey, it’s 2011 and they still care for their country!
Courage must have its reward. I hope not I won’t need to forget the first and only Persian words I got to know back in summer 2009 – “ittihad” and “azadeh”.
And know what – I’m Jewish, Israeli and I’m behind you. This should not be a surprise for anyone.