Migrant Tales Literary

Migrant Tales Literary: Fatima

Leo Honka Who is Fatima? Who is the person wishing us from the Joutseno immigration removal center a kind, “Good night. Loved ones.” Fatima is only a name. It houses no human because it is only a name written on paper by a plane dropping bombs, a tank shelling civilians, and a woman hoping for

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Dana: Am alone in a faraway land without my mom

Yes, it’s a few days since I got my citizenship, and you cruel ones got together. You hated me and my mother too.  She is gone now. Dana _________ Am alone at home Alone in Finland I cannot cry I am standing in front of you, my enemies, and telling that you are very cruel.

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Migrant Tales Literary: If you are a Finn

  If you are a Finn, what is a Fonn? Was your flag blue and white, or was it lilac and yellow? Sorry, what was that again? Sano säki mua suks? Or was it san snää mnuu snuuks? So who hates who in this mnuu snuu, I wonder?   So, I am the maahanmuuttaja. There

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Migrant Tales Literary: Boycott تحریم

By Dana نه رفیق و خانواده                  چهره ها پر از افاده نه در و نه پنجره، راه        مهر وموم و قفل و هم چاه نه کلید و رحمت و نور           همه کس بگویدت زور تازیانه می زند هار                 دیو زشت موذی

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Migrant Tales Literary: V-Day – one billion rising!

Today marks V-Day, one billion rising, referring to the number of women on the planet who have either been raped or beaten during their lives. Eve Ensler, of The Vagina Monologues fame, has penned a passionate piece calling for women to rise up in protest and men to support them on Valentines Day 2013, in

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Migrant Tales Literary: Elixir – اکسیر

Elixir – اکسیر By Dana در این دنیای بی حد شرو ظالم                    خداوندا تویی عادل و عالم In this unlimited evil and cruel world Oh GOD  u r the right one and sage به درگاهت شب و روز ای الها                  بنام هر دم و هر لحظه جانا In

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Migrant Tales Literary: A letter to Jesus عیسا سلام

By Dana عیسا سلام ای نرگس زیبای من، عیسی سلام طاير تقدیربی همتای من، عیسی سلام ارغوا ن بنشسته بر اورنگ، شاه مهربان آفتاب لایزال، کشتی و کشتیبان من، عیسی سلام یاسمین، حاذق به هر درد و فغان، شاه زمان شاهراه جاودان، درمانگر و درمان من،عیسی سلام رازقی، خّرم ز رویت هم زمین و آسمان،

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Migrant Tales Literary: تب Fever

By Dana زارم مکن،خوارم مکن،از غصه بیمارم مکن    شلاق را از من جدا،زخمی و بر دارم مکن Don’t feel sorry for me, don’t degrade me, don’t make me feel any sicker from my sorrow Don’t whip me, don’t injure me, don’t send me to the gallows. دیو خموش تیره راخجلان و زندان میکنم      آب خنک

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Migrant Tales Literary: A warning: Finland

By Dana خشم است خوراک مرد بیمار               عاقل نرود پی بد احوال Anger is the food of sick men        wiser men don’t feed off such feelings گر زخم زنی به جان نیکان                جان تو شود نصیب دیوان If u stab a good human’s spirit       ur spirit will end up being

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Migrant Tales Literary:ما بی من شد We was without i

By Dana چشمه اشکم خدا خشکیده شد       جمله شبهایم خدا پوسیده شد The river of my tears oh GOD was seared All my nights oh GOD were rotten آن دلاور یار پاک خاطرم          در نگاه عاشقم ژولیده شد That brave holy friend of my memories Unkempt in my lover’s look بال و پر ده ای

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Migrant Tales Literary: Poetic essay for tomatoes and cucumbers

By Dana در دام اگرافتادی،  جنگ مکن         بیهوده به جان خود وما رشک مکن If u fall in a trap, don’t fight back              Vanity and envy won’t help you to be free آشی که تو خود پزی، اول تو خوری          پس بر سر خود مزن، برو، خشم مکن The porridge u cook , first

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Migrant Tales Literary: Summer blooms in Finland*

Growing up and being a Finn in the last century was especially tough. If wars and conflicts didn’t do you in, it was the option of being an immigrant and living with that near-constant yearning and separation in faraway lands. Between 1860 and1999, over 1.2 million Finns emigrated mainly to North America and Sweden. I

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Migrant Tales Literary: ترکم مکن Don’t leave me

‎ ای رازهای زندگی ترکم مکن، ای امید سبز ترکم مکن، ای ایمان ابدی با من بمان،ا ی آهنگ خوش صدایم پرواز کن، پرواز، مرا با خود ببر به دوردست هایی که نامش ایران است. به سرزمینی کی ریشه ام آنجا مانده است، به خانه ای که مادرم را دارد ، به اتاقی که پدرم

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Migrant Tales Literary: Love

عشق می کوبد به دربت باز کن                               نور و معنا شو، بیا آواز کن Love bangs on ur door, open it    –    be light and meaningful, come into song عشق قوت می دهد سر زندگی                               باز کن آغوش خود همراه شو Love gives

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Migrant Tales Literary: خواب زشت Dirty dream

By Dana سرزمین گریه من رعد و طوفانی شده                 قلب زیبای لطیفم سخت و بارانی شده The land where my tears fall is thundering and stormy   My beautiful heart is now hard and rainy موج وحشت میفرستد سوی من هر حادثه        قطره های اشک من خونین و گل مالی شده

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Migrant Tales Literary: Mother and daughter دختر و مادر

   Mother and daughter دختر و مادر By Dana شب و روز منی ای مادر من                                       خیالم فکر من اندیشه تن Ur my night and day oh mother mine         My imagination, mind, thought and spirit همه هوش و حواسم فکر و ذکرم                               دعا تک خواهشم بوی بهشتم All intelligence, my attention, thought and mention           Prayer,

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Migrant Tales Literary – Finnish Immigration Service: Biting law نیش قانون

 Finnish Immigration Service: Biting law   نیش قانون By Dana تو میگریشن پلیس تنها بلایی                            تو میگریشن پلیس بد نا قلایی U migration police the only pain                     U migration police r underhanded تو میگریشن پلیس ظالم جفاکار                     تو میگریشن پلیس زشت و طلبکار U migration police are cruel, bring anguish       U migration police are ugly

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Migrant Tales Literary: غریبه Garibeh (stranger, wanderer)

غریبه  Garibeh (stranger, wanderer) By Dana کجایی اسمان پر ستارم                                      کجا خورشید خانم شیرین نگارم Where r u my sky full of stars                          Where r u Ms. Sun, u sweet darling کجا ای مادر زیبای نازم                                      کجا ای مهربانم دلنوازم دلنوازم   Where r u my beautiful cute mother        Where oh my kind, my hospitable

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Migrant Tales Literary: Yearning never waits

I made one of the greatest discoveries of my life in 1998 at the Finnish Seamen’s Church of Buenos Aires, Argentina. Even if such pleasant interior landscapes no longer witness my silence and stance, they are now distant memories that have turned into spacious imaginary cities in the mind where each building has a tale to tell, whispering.

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Migrant Tales Literary: Poem – Beyond Recognition

BEYOND RECOGNITION Part I Jella played with the sand, spade digging earnestly at the dry earth. Jaref thrust out a hand, grabbing thief-like, as older brothers do. Jella cried. First in despair, but then in the corner of the yard, there under the peeling gable, standing troubled, forlorn, like a totem of the oppressed. Jaref

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Migrant Tales wants to hear your story

Thanks to you, Migrant Tales has achieved one of its most important aims: “To be a voice for those whose views and situation are understood poorly and heard faintly by the media, politicians and public.” In order for our voice to be heard by politicians, civil servants and the general public, we would like to publish more stories about your experiences in Finland.

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Migrant Tales Literary: New World Finn – People in the Summer Night

Visiting Finland in the summer from Southern California was like diving directly into Frans Emil Silanpää’s People in the Summer Night (Ihmiset suviyössä). While Silanpää’s words carry us gently to those magic summer landscapes of Finland, which have a low-hum sonance to them, there is as well a lachrymose tune in the background that gets louder as summer begins to shut itself off.

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Migrant Tales literary blog?

Would launching a separate “little” literary blog (Migrant Tales “Little”?) be a good idea? It would publish poetry, short stories, short plays, drawings. anecdotes, and pictures of our lives in Finland and elsewhere. Depending on how this lifts off, we could even organize contests.

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