I write to understand what moves inside me.
I compose to give sound to my unshaped emotions.
Words and sounds have followed me
since I can remember my existence.
like soft shadows at my side.
Growing up in Tehran,
the city of flickering lights and rebel rooftops,
where mountains slumber quietly at the edge of the sky,
somewhere between the noise and the stillness,
I heard them whispering,
to help me endure my sufferings and my sorrows.
I follow them knowing, they know the path before I do.