Kafsh-dozak-hā hawālī-yi Meydān-i Enqelāb Persian 2025

Girl [searching for Siamak among the shrouds]:
Dad says your weight and neck circumference matter—we need to know. Mom’s worried about what Dad says and does; she keeps repeating his words. One thing he says, then another… Do you remember what Mom used to say when Dad spoke? She still says it: “Your father’s words are like the wind—they go away and come back, and the rubble falls on our heads…”

If I asked Mom, what would she have said? Do you remember? Tell me! She’d say, “Say it all at once; his words are perplexing.” [sits beside a shroud]

Dad said I should tell you: words aren’t just air—they’re a trust!

Why don’t you show yourself, Siamak? [stands up and searches among the shrouds again]

I want to see what you look like. I didn’t think Tehran’s prison would be like this. You told me other things about Revolution Square… interesting! You didn’t say it had a bookstore, a basement… By the way, when can we see the ladybugs of Revolution Square? Can we even see them?

So, what exactly do you do there, all alone? Brother Siamak, I’ve got you covered. Where is this place? Is it a prison? We don’t know where we’ve come… I mean, I understand, and I don’t want to tell Dad and Mom anything. I’m afraid they’ll panic, and God forbid, something might happen to them…