Singing is a blessing
A voice that finds its way to the arteries of life,
Now flowing like a whisper by a baby’s cradle,
Now like a lover, perhaps standing against the rays of a future,
A blessing indeed, is singing …
I live in a country which has a vicissitude history of art, especially in
music. In some periods of the history of my country, Iran, music was
banned and musicians had very difficult times. The music that I
inherited is brimful with pain, love, beauty and the sorrowful stories
of the lives of the people of this country, their hopes and aspirations,
their attempts to preserve their culture. It is the voice that has been
transmitted from many throats full of pain and love.
As a singer my musical expression is a reflection of these stories. But
in the present situation in my country I am faced with two general
kinds of censorship, the censorship that is applied to the whole music
life of my country and also the elimination of the female voice. The
only place that lullabies are heard in my country is at the cradle of the
baby. These beautiful lullabies and the voice of women is a part of
emotions that should fly freely. It is a gift from heaven and it is part
of the heritage of human society. Banning it is a cultural genocide that
is not a small crime. The women of Iran never stopped singing and
they continue to sing many lullabies for the awakening of the people.
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