I thought to myself, now that I'm still searching the alleys of memories, let’s take a look at another charming and emotional song from my past. A song that used to always bring back hope to my anxious heart, despite the difficulties and challenges, and would have brought me back to a life full of desires and aspirations.

Song: (Zyafat) Feast

Singer: Naser Abdollahi

I’m me! not a memory. A view, not a window

I am a fresh air, not a reflection of throat

I wanna sing in the silence of the alley

Invite the hearts to a singing feast

I wanna say: “This is my voice, whatever, it belongs to me!”

And the starlight would break the dormant glass of the night for sure!

My house is right here! walking along your side, on foot!

Wherever the eye of a lover awaits the road…

I’m in love with my homeland

The sympathizer of its interests

The companion of its anxieties

And endurance of its exhaustions!

The lump in the song’s throat is made of stone,  

But I am made of glass.

I’m not looking to exile; my roots have not been axed.

Singing these songs

Is the only reason for my existence!

Thousand wounded memories are in these love songs!