January8th

Manifesto

Our Simurgh has risen from its own ashes. This is the thunderous cry of an ancient nation, one that has suffered beyond measure. This is the vibration born from the beating heart of an ocean of blood that now stands between us and you — you wicked demons, armed to the teeth. This is but a single drop from the ocean of blood spilled unjustly upon the earth by your Zahhak-like rulers, those hairy tyrants who, throughout these endless black years, fed the insatiable hunger of the dreadful serpents grown from their shoulders with the lives of our youth. We remain alive so that we may never forget, and so that we may recount all that you foul-natured demons inflicted upon us under the banner of your so-called heavenly justice. Our vengeance shall be the roar of a celestial barrage, ashamed of the endless cruelties committed by you — murderers who turned religion into a marketplace. This is the voice rising from the deep wounds of an ancient people in an age so merciless and forgetful. This is the voice of Iran. We remain alive so that what befell us shall not be forgotten. We remain alive to bear witness to an immense and unending suffering. They dragged lovers of the homeland beneath the sharpened blades of swords drenched entirely in our blood, with a brutality beyond imagination, and still, in a sickened frenzy, they continue trying to erase the steadfast shadows of the men and women who stood in the streets before the hail of your machine guns, demanding nothing more than their most basic rights. We remain alive to tell the story — and you worshippers of death remain alive to make every one of us regret being alive. This is the singular battle between light and absolute darkness — a battle that, in truth, is not confined to any one corner of this earth, but is unfolding within the heart of every human being. The final struggle is taking place daily within us all: how to kill and uproot hatred and malice within ourselves in the best possible way; how, while trapped in an endless struggle to free ourselves from these bloodthirsty criminals, we may still remain _human_; and how never to forget that the only true difference between us and them must be the hatred that has not yet taken root within our souls. The only sacred war is the war waged by human beings against the shadows within themselves — the shadows that drive them toward greater resentment and hatred. And the only final victory is mastery over the vindictive and bitterness-filled nature that has been innately embedded within every one of us. My ultimate goal is nothing but the acceptance of an endless struggle to become ever more human. I ask you to look upon my artworks and writings as a window into the eternal inner conflict between darkness and light, destruction and rebirth. I dedicate this collection to the everlasting souls of all those countless innocents who gave their lives for the singular possibility of a meaningful existence, and who departed this world in the most horrifying ways imaginable. I did not create these works — all these gathered pieces within this utterly dark corridor of existence — in order to inflame greater hatred or resentment toward any human being, including those who massacre us daily in the cruelest ways possible. For I remain certain that nothing truly human can ever arise from hatred and vengeance alone. Yet this does not mean indifference, nor deliberate forgetfulness toward all that has happened to us throughout these long years. Rather, it is a call toward an endless struggle against the shadows filled with darkness within each of us — a struggle that every individual must begin alone. In the end, with all my being, I invite you to witness the artworks that dwell within these dark corridors, while remaining certain that every one of us can still discover glimmers of light, hope, and illumination within the depths of this terrifying darkness. May God protect and watch over every one of you. Kave Ottawa, Canada May 24, 2026