A blog to satisfy my Muse. These phrases make me scream. Because in that moment when the light is being sucked away and the air is turning to carbon monoxide; strangling, choking, until every breath. In that moment when day turns to night and monsters are real. Because in that moment a scream would be easy and tears fill your eyes blinding you with acid. But all that they see is.

What fathers rarely think about and never talk about. Neither in Iran nor in Egypt, roughly speaking, democracy is perceived as a process that begins in homes, families and neighbourhoods; it is rather believed as a utopian gift the creator shall bestow upon people upon much cry and demand. It is imagined as a paradise of freedom and prosperity without crossing any comfort zone! And we are ready to sacrifice others, and sometimes ourselves,for a speedy delivery! او را خواه.

Hävitetyn kiekon takaisin saamisen ilo. Tammisaaressa olin ensimäisenä pelipaikalla ja heti kohta minun perääni tuli toisia turkulaisia. Heiteltiin siinä avauksia, paikalle tuli myös karjaan suunnalta yksi kaveri. Kysäisin karjaan kaverilta, että olisikohan hänellä tietoa karjaan löytökiekoista? No nyt on kiekko taas laukussa. Sitä minä vaan ihmettelen, että miten se mummeli oli eksynyt sellaiseen paikkaan mihin kiekon hukkasin.

The title of this piece captivated me. When I read the header My Mother the Art Critic I did not know quite what to expect.