Street children BY admin This is the story of this morning.
I looked at the street child who was going through the garbage can to separate the paper from the plastic and take them to the mayoral station to be paid for his find worth his days struggle; probably to support his addict mother and sisters.
I looked at the waste and the existential vacuum of nihilism challenging the life at a big mega-polis. The anguish of that child and the awareness of the nihilistic philosopher were contradictory to my senses.
A conflict zone that the war veterans of Tehran were only too familiar with especially after they visited their dying comrades from the chemical war that the Iraqi Saddam had raged against them leaving their wives and children in the games of the power players that led to the destiny of the street child...
Or those with a spine injury watching their families withering away in destitute while they had to struggle with their bedsores and the politicians were too intoxicated with the power games they had won or lost to remember when they had laid away their warriors.
Yes this is the state of misery that my developing country is experiencing 27 years after a promising revolution that went lopsided.
I amuse myself by watching the satellite transmitted T. V programs to learn that Phosphate bombs are thrown over the southern Lebanese villages in 2006 to express the rage of the American and British leaders. A man goes on a wild shoot out at a synagogue in the USA. "What should those of us secular minded with the non aggressive nonviolent value preferences do trying to find a quantum leap upon an aesthetic tangent?
Firoozeh D.
