For Negar Ighani
We stood in a circle, patted our chests and thighs, sang and jumped then clapped. We jumped once more in tune, until lightning struck. She asked us to hold hands and the rain grew slower under our toes. We felt like raindrops falling from the sky, droplets lying deep within the sea. This was her idea of God. We promised to never speak of it with anyone. We told her we didn’t believe in one. What was it others believed in?
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We stand in circles and jump, higher than before. Lightning strikes. We hesitate. We hope to hear her voice.
Sarvin Parviz is a writer, librettist, playwright and artist born in Tehran. She is the winner of Graduate and Professional Council Award in Creative Activities and a semifinalist in the European Opera-directing Prize (EOP). She has an MFA in fiction from SIUC and is currently working on her second opera.
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