A Letter, A Cross and A Horseshoe by Lucia Daramus: Romanian and English

O Scrisoare, O Cruce Și O Potcoavă De Cal   Iarnă, iarnă și câmpii înghețate. De jur împrejur soldați pe frontul de bătălie dintre aliații Germaniei și aliații Rusiei. Bunicul meu este tânăr, un tânăr tată pentru fiul său,  tatăl meu. Este țigan. Ar fi trebuit trimis în ghetourile naziste, ca țigan. Dar mașinăria de …

The Hill We Climb, by Amanda Gorman: Farsi and English

The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman ترجمه فارسی شعر خانم امندا گرمن در مراسم تحلیف دولت بایدن: بلندائی که بر آن بر می شویم مترجم: دکتر احمد کریمی حکاک روز که می رسد از خود می پرسیم دراین گرگ و میش بی پایان کجا می توان جنگید گم شده ای که با ما ست …

We Can End Homelessness…

  https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/15/opinion/homeless-crisis-affordable-housing-cities.html This should be a matter of national will—even pride. But do we even have these feelings any longer? Are we so numb that we have become satisfied with daily briefings on the tides of the stock market; oil; the ebb and flow of viral loads; the slow spiral move of money and corruption …

Take Only What Is Most Important, by Serhiy Zhadan: Ukrainian and English

Візьми лише найважливіше Візьми лише найважливіше. Візьми листи. Візьми лише те, що зможеш сама нести. Візьми рушники та ікони, візьми срібні ножі, візьми дерев’яні розп’яття, золочені муляжі. Візьми хліб і городину, потім іди. Ми ніколи більше не повернемося сюди. Ми ніколи більше не побачимо наші міста. Візьми листи. Всі. До останнього злого листа. Нам ніколи …

Desert – from ‘Waking Dreams’ by MohammedReza Gudarzi – 2011

Whatever I was thinking, I don’t remember why I was woken up. It was midnight. I felt really thirsty. I went to the kitchen to drink some water. I turned on the light. On the kitchen floor, first I see the water tank, then the black fish and little father with red fins. Instead of …

The Key – from ‘Waking Dreams’ by Mohammed Reza Gudarzi – 2011

Hamid was in the back seat, squeezed in. Mahmud sat next to me, singing along with the cellphone. I was trying to stay calm, my nerves shredded by the slippery road. Father said to me ‘In the cold and snowy time you’re going to the villa…!’ Mother said ‘What are you doing? Kids!” Snow sat …