Our Missing Man in Iran by risa
I need to write and vent my frustration because on the one side we have the world screaming and being reborn; a stream of information nearly fast enough to keep up with the pounding of blood in our ears but not fast enough; the voices of friends who became friends in our hearts by their voices have gone dark, have gone missing. Information is contradictory but suggests we shouldn’t link to or publish his username, meanwhile we want to hollar about it – his daughter is safe (thank You) but he is not?!?!
On the other side is just the quiet kitchen. The horrible afront of a safe place to eat and act and live. The fierce treachery of inequality.
August 15th, 2010 at 3:51 pm
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