Action iii

For me it took a lot of time, actions and reflections to choose my Lexicon. I actually sat in front of the screen staring at them for a while. I secretly googled some of them as well. I was really in doubt which one to choose. So, I highlighted Feminism Ethics of Care, Local Scale (vs. International Scale) and Ecologically Literate. At first I decided to combine feminism with local scale (vs. international scale). I started looking up some pictures by googling the world “feminism”. I found a couple of protests from all over the world, some quotes from famous people and some old pieces of newspaper which were from old Iran. The title of these papers were about the first Iranian politician woman, the first feminism movement in Iran and things like that.  I came across some protests by women in Iran, but they aren’t as much as internationals’ in number. The reason actually lies under political and social structure of my country.

In the next step. I printed out the pictures and looked at them for a while. Then, I started cutting out the written worlds and signs from banners. All of a sudden, the women became silenced. With no words.

I started thinking how can I related these women to the women of my country… I found them… Woman from South of Iran.. They wear a traditional face mask which is named “Borgheh”. This mask is a form of Islamic hijab which wears more than half of the face. It has two holes for showing eyes. (I have to add that Borgheh is now part of South’s people culture and some people wear it as some sort of jewelry, with some embellishments and handmade fabrics). For my action Borgheh is a symbolic form of silence and femininity.

I then created a Borgheh and placed the silenced pictures on its surface. It seemed that all the women got united. Though they don’t have a voice, they are being heard by other women…

But are they silent? Or the eyes speak a thousand words?

So this action got me thinking about all the heartbreaking abusive stories which revealed recently from the women of my country and all over the globe. The women who got courage to speak up. I struggled a lot, to honest. I decided not to keep going, because I can’t handle this topic with all the cruel which come back to my mind. I thought a lot and I also talked with a couple of my cohorts. I know every small act matters in this regard, but I have to be emotionally prepared for this topic.

I decided to go on with the local scale. I went to the nature to find some inspiration. As I was looking around, something like a stone hit my head. So I looked up and saw a tree with some ball shaped things on it. Still don’t know what it is or whether it is edible, but I decided to pick it. I started photographing and picking flowers or leaves of other plants.

The plants reminded me of a traditional embroidery from Sirjan, a city in Kerman. My mother and father are from Sirjan and I have great memories there. I vividly remember my mother creating “Pateh” by embroidery. So, I decided to create a natural embroidery. I took what I had found in nature to home and placed them on white fabric… That embroidery felt so alive…

I didn’t stop thinking and reflecting and I was thinking how can I show Local Scale vs. International Scale. Suddenly a really recent concern came to my mind which was the value of our currency compared to international currency. I was on doubt to bring the action up or not. Because I don’t want to spread negativity about my country. Then I thought changing the value of our currency is actually impacting our current lives as Iranians, not the values and love we have for our country.

Local Scale vs. International Scale

Action ii

I do love food and it is no surprise that I got super exited when I received my instructions from Sam. He offered me “Breaded Cauliflower Wings”. I did follow all the instructions, but made some mistakes. So my food became so spicy. Al in all the whole experience was great and it was a different experience for me, especially the part that I had to dress up.

Sam’s offering and my experience

Before chatting with Sam, I thought a lot about my offering to him. My concern was he might not be able to make some Persian foods, because some of them take a lot of time and effort to prepare. On the other hand, he was in quarantine and I thought he might not get access to some ingredients. After our conversation I realized there is a bigger that I have to take into account. The fact that he was a vegetarian. So, I decided to come up with something easy and I gave him the instruction for “Abdooghkhiar”, which is a cold soup. unlike me, he did a great job preparing the food 🙂

Action i

Soumya and I met over zoom and I was so excited that I am going to get to meet one of my classmates in one and one conversation. So, I gathered some information about India and I found that our countries had a lot in common. I actually knew that our countries were united before and they were part of a bigger empire. Indians used to speak farsi which is my mother tongue. We were ruled by the same king a long time ago. So I shared what I knew with her and we talked about other similarities we had. The other exciting thing was that my great grandmother was Indian and I felt connected with Soumya. We talked about our local music and I sent Soumya a song. I wasn’t sure she is gonna like the song but to my surprise she found the language and the melody soothing. She defined my language soft and relaxing and I almost had the same feeling towards her language. At the end of our first conversation we decided to search more information for our next meeting.

The next meeting took longer than I thought. We had a lot to talk about. We found lots of similarities in our traditions. I wanted to know more about India’s architecture and I understood that they have lots of old aged mosques like us. We talked about our handicrafts. There were huge similarities in colors and patterns of India’s and Iran’s handicrafts. We then shared with each other our resume and portfolios. We talked about our future goals and concerns. This conversation was more personal. We shared the pictures of our family member and I got a chance to see photos of little Soumya. Because I talked to my family about Soumya before, my mother was curious to see her. So she came and said hi to her during our talk. This made me feel like inviting a friend to my home.

We end our conversation with a lot of excitement. I got to know another world and I got a chance to show my world to another person. It was a great feeling.

The last day I shared a quick video of Tehran’s streets and highways and where my home is located. To my surprise Sumya said that Tehran looks like New Delhi.

Tehran’s Streets

After talking to Soumya I started questioning my identity and my hometown. I realized that I belong to lots of places and no places at this moment. In the recent couple of months, I lived in different places due to the unstable situation and uncertainty COVID brought to many international students. So I can define my current status with a…

I started reflecting on my thoughts and and searching for…

At this point I decided to take an action and define myself with what I create with my hands. I picked a couple of bold thing about me to start my action.

A Carpet that I wove

I start from the ground, exactly where I am sitting now. A Persian Carpet, where I played, slept, danced, ate, cried, laughed, and lived. I felt in love with its design patterns, colors and its softness over and over again. The more I think about me, the more I feel attached to this lively textile. I have sensed its presence my whole life and I got a chance to experience weaving carpets myself. For me identity is like the process of weaving a carpet. We are born with perfectly arranged number of white warps. We have a strong foundation for good and bad… for kindness and cruelness. We are defined by the touches of people on us. Our carpet is built with the knots others create on our white warps. Not only our touches create a pattern for others, we create a strong knot which is always there no matter what. We are the weavers and the decider of what threads to use, short or long, tight or loose, colorful or gray, patterned or random… No touch is gone forever… it stays there as long as we live… weavers come and go, come and come, come and gonna stay forever, weaved and weaved, got tired and left, liked the carpet with all its messy knots, polished the knots others left behind… and all these add to the beauty of our carpets…

We are all weavers… but not a perfect one