Through love thorns becomes roses

Poems created by our Persian-speaking writing group that was led by Mahboobeh Rajabi. This project was made possible thanks to funding from the Greater Manchester BAME Network.


Activity 1: Best feelings and looking, after ourselves both mentally and physically, during lockdown and writing or thinking about a poem and write 2-3 sentence poems. The group also shared their favourite Persian poetry.



Helen:

از محبت خارها گل می شود

Through love thorns becomes roses




Samaneh:

آرامش

قدم‌زدن در طبیعت آرامش را به من هدیه می دهد

Peace

Walking in nature, brings peace

as a gift to me




Nooshin:

گرمای حمایتگری

وقتی صدای نوازش گرانه ی خواهرم را می شنوم

The warmness of protection

When I hear my sister's touching voice




Najmeh:

نفس مادرم

حضور مادرم

جان می دهد، سبز می کند ،شور می دهد

My mum's breath

My mum's existence

Gives life, Makes it Green

Gives it joy




Hoorieh:

موفقیت

سلامتی

و خشنودی بچه هایم شادابی من است

Success

Health

That's my joy, the happiness of my children



Activity 2:

After creating characters in drama session,the group write poetry from the point of view of their characters, again with the focus of looking after ourselves during lockdown:



Samaneh:

موفقیت

پله های ترقی و احساس غرور

در بند بند وجودم

Success

Walking up the development stairs

Feeling proud in every part of my body




Helen:

مادر یعنی زندگی، مادر یعنی عشق

مادر شاهکار خلقت خداوند

ترکیبی از لطافت و استحکام

از خود گذشتگی

لطافت یک زن در مادر بودن

غرور و و مهربانی

مادر شاهکار خلقت خداوند

Mother means life, Mother means love

Mother is the masterpiece creation by God

Mixture of elegance, strength

And sacrifice

The elegance of a woman in motherhood

Proud and kind

Mother is the masterpiece creation by God




Hoorieh:

موفقیت

جمله `خسته مباشید`

آرزوی سلامتی

استراحت و کمی فکر کردن به خود

Success

Saying 'Keep it up'

Wishing health

And thinking of me

Looking after me




Nooshin:

رضایت

می اندیشم در انتهای شب

افکار خلاقانه ام را قدم می زنم

Satisfaction

Thinking through the depth of night

Walking of my creative thoughts