Emotional Speech on Theater and Identity

Damn your parents and your honor. You're utterly dishonorable.

Mom, we're halfway there. Iran's future: Long live the Shah.

Iran's future forever: Long live the Shah.

May your sorrow come again to afflict me.

My friends, I've just come from the Gholambar theater.

A play Ehsan Karami staged that I had written.

Damn your parents. You're so unfair, so filthy.

If it were only for personal gain, he'd tell us, "Go somewhere else."

Fine. You filth.

Hold your parties as gatherings. Let people come and see.

Come and see, go see it firsthand, see the truth and

hear it. If you put even the smallest stone in this path,

God willing, you'll be destroyed and gone. If only for your own

desires, you ignore us and those who aren't here now,

I long to hear my mother's voice. My mother's voice.

I can't hear it. We're not human anymore? We're human too.

We've been cut off from our families and everything. Every night, we're sighing

We'll endure it. Wait for what we say tomorrow. What else do you bastards want?

We're tired of this. We want to go back to our homeland.

Because of a few people like you, we shouldn't have to suffer like this.