From fighting for freedom in a small town in my homeland, Iran, to the slow silencing of my voice, and the quiet death of my words in the so-called bright capital of my country,where darkness was hidden beneath the light. All those hidden, breathless, secret journeys in silence.
To that 5 a.m, and a one-way ticket to a new land.
A place where freedom is in limbo for me. It remains in limbo.
like walking on a tightrope, where every moment there is a risk of falling.