Blind Destiny | Art Koulakani

My mother came from a blind destiny.
From periods of unjust cruelties.
She lived through a time of an old oligarchy to the new one, only the golden crown was replaced by a black turban.
She lived through the periods of human against inhumanity
My mother was a Persian gypsy and sang her freedom song so long in
dark alleys till her voice went blind like her life.