Setareh, 1985

Little Storyteller
For Setareh

She was born in a hideout
And crossed the border at nine months old.
I saw her near the Black Forest
And thought she was Little Red Riding Hood.
Every evening when she went to the woods
To find her new story
I saw on her two little legs
The weight of a man and a woman
Who were seeking through her
Their unfinished story.
I asked her:
“Little storyteller!
Why did they call you Setareh*?”
She didn’t talk
She didn’t look
She just shined.
Majid Naficy
July 16, 1986
* Setareh means “star” in Persian. 
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