I apologize to Sue and Herman for using a title in Persian for this post, but it is to share a profound, sad feeling that I am experiencing these days for the death of someone I dearly loved. The title belongs to a beautiful Persian song and speaks of someone who is waiting for her beloved to arrive at night praying to God for helping her not fall asleep when he finally arrives after long expectations in dark nights. The sad fact is that a few days ago, the singer of this beautiful song fell into her eternal asleep and died.
Marziye left us in a bitter, eternal yearning for her beautiful voice. Our hearts are oceans of memories from her unforgettable songs. One of my friends called Davood Mohajer once received a flower from Marziye in a live concert before the revolution in Iran. Davood stuck that flower onto the wall of their house and never removed it even many years after it was completely rotten. That flower is still blooming and growing new petals in our hearts although she and all the other female singers in Iran were forbidden from singing and were drowned in silence. I will water that flower with my own tears so that it keeps blooming and growing new petals as long as I am alive.
Marziyeh committed a very huge mistake in the later parts of her life when she joined a very infamous political group outside Iran. But even this mistake, ugly as it is, is understandable. She suffered huge pains when she and other women were barred from singing in our country. Her voice echos beyond politics in our hearts.
Sweet dreams, Marziyeh and thank you for so many beautiful songs that you bestowed us all. I heard your songs on my mother's lips as a child and today my children are hearing them from me.
T
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