Fatemeh Ekhtesari

Poems

I am Fatemeh Ekhtesari, a poet, author, and human rights activist deeply rooted in Iran’s “Postmodern Ghazal” literary movement. My works delve into the intricate tapestry of sexuality, religion, and gender, with notable pieces like “Feminist discussions before cooking potatoes,” which faced censorship.

  • Come back to me! – short story

    Come back to me! – short story

    Fatemeh Ekhtesari Translated by Atefeh Asadi : “I am not saying this is a good thing, but if they imprison you, I can come to visit you at least. But if you leave the country, how can I come to halfway around the world to see you with this sickled foot that I have?” Momma […]

  • Are You Alive?

    English Version Farsi Version In a room ridiculous that nothing there isReflecting on nothinger… I…more nothingWhat are you doin…being asked by someoneI ….reflectin on a statement declarin… Meeting a dead en.. I in game of a languageI… get short of syllabus in choosin letterSolid the walls of connection…robust the wallsShould….I should buy the brief presence…

  • Run

    – run A voice passed by me. And someone just ran inside my confused mind – run The streets were crowded and crowded – run The cars were honking in an endless night Honking after many years of forgetfulness Entering my ear and confusing my mind I heard them honking And I kept a torn…

  • Hald meg i handa- Performance

    Kappitel Festival 2017

  • Under Päronträdet – Swedish

    Under päronträdet  1 Orensade örter spridda under ett träd 2 Fru Soroor och de kvinnor hon omger sig med Fru Soroor och det poänglösa skvaller hon sprider om förlovningar, friare, förälskelser, flärd Fru Soroor och den levande, envisa hand som greppat tag i klänningens gröna axelband Och örterna under Soroors trista träd 3 ”Jag vet…

  • Under The Pear Tree

    1 The assortment of edible herbs is there in patio under the tree, and it should be cleaned… 2 Lady Soroor is there with some other happy women Lady Soroor has many sickening things to say About love, About betrothal, About marriage and the post-spousal ball Lady Soroor is there with the straps of her…

  • Four Rooms

    In the first room of the world, we wereas warm, as moist as vagina.The lips were beside the necks.A candle was lit beside your bed. The smell of sweat, the sound of gasping;body was the only language.The early humanwas screaming inside you In the second room of the worldwe are arguing on war.By the sentences…

  • Fire Rom – Norwegian

    I det første rommet i verda, var vi  varme av fukt som i ei vagina. Leppene inn mot halsen.  Ved senga vår eit tent stearinlys. Lukta av sveitte, lyden av stønn; kroppen var det einaste språket, det første menneskelege skriket frå deg. I det andre rommet i verda slåst vi med setningar forma av blod;…