January 06, 2026

🗼AZADI Is Not a Moment - It Is a Memory That Won’t Let Go


AZADI Is Not a Moment - It Is a Memory That Won’t Let Go

Once again, Iran is burning - not just in the streets, but in the hearts of its people.

Demonstrations. Violence. Fear. Chaos.
And yet, beneath all of it, something painfully familiar: the refusal to surrender hope.

The world may see unrest.
Iranians recognize something else entirely: continuity.

This is not new. This is not sudden. This is not finished.

Every wave of protest in Iran carries the voices of the ones before it — students, women, workers, artists, children, elders. Generations speaking through one another, saying the same simple thing in different ways: we deserve freedom.

AZADI.

Freedom is not a luxury.
It is not a Western idea.
It is not a trend.

It is a human right.

What we are witnessing now is not chaos for the sake of chaos. It is the visible tension between a people who want to breathe and a system that survives on suffocation. When people are denied dignity long enough, silence becomes impossible.

And still — even in grief, even in anger — there is hope.

Not naive hope.
Not decorative hope.
The stubborn, inconvenient kind.

The kind that survives prison walls, censorship, exile, and loss.
The kind that parents pass to their children without naming it.
The kind that lives in songs, poems, whispered conversations, and chants in the dark.

This is where AZADI, Freedom, Freiheit comes from.

The song is not a reaction to one headline or one week of news. It is born from decades of longing - from the thirst for freedom, peace, unity, and dignity. From the belief that compassion, honesty, and love are not weaknesses, but foundations.

The message of the song is simple, and it is unbreakable:

We will not give up our hope.

Hope does not mean ignoring reality.
Hope means seeing reality clearly - and refusing to accept it as final.

The people of Iran have been told, again and again, to wait, to be quiet, to forget. But memory is powerful. And memory sings. Even when voices are silenced, the song continues.

AZADI is not just shouted in the streets.
It is carried in breath.
In endurance.
In the quiet decision to keep going.

For those inside Iran.
For those forced to watch from afar.
For those who have lost, and those who are still standing.

Freedom will not arrive because it is granted.
It will arrive because it is claimed.

Side by side.
Unbroken.
Unashamed.

And until that day comes, we sing.
Because hope, once learned, is impossible to unlearn.

AZADI.

January 05, 2026

🎭 White Lies, Red Ties - Lies are Lies!


White Lies, Red Ties

Some lies don’t shout. They smile. Some lies don’t come wrapped in darkness. They come dressed in white - and signed off in red.

White Lies, Red Ties was written as an observation - calm on the surface, uncomfortable underneath. It looks at the kind of dishonesty that hides behind politeness, power, and appearances. The lies that are socially acceptable. The ones that come dressed as good intentions, professionalism, or “just the way things work.”

The white lie suggests innocence. Something small. Something harmless.
The red tie signals power, authority, and status.

Together, they reveal a system where truth is softened, bent, or postponed - not by accident, but by design.


Lies That Wear Suits

This song is not about obvious deception. It’s about the lies that circulate in boardrooms, institutions, and public narratives - the ones that sound reasonable, responsible, and reassuring, while quietly causing damage.

Promises are made.
Concerns are acknowledged.
Hands are shaken.

And nothing really changes.

White Lies, Red Ties questions how often comfort is chosen over honesty, and how easily moral responsibility disappears behind titles, procedures, and polished language.


Two Versions, Same Truth

The song exists in two versions.

The original version of White Lies, Red Ties stands on its own - restrained, observational, and deliberate.

The duet version, “Lies Are Lies,” strips away even more distance. Two voices expose the same mechanism from different angles, making it harder to look away and harder to pretend neutrality.

Different arrangements.
Different dynamics.

The message remains the same:
A lie does not become harmless because it is well-dressed.


Part of a Larger Conversation

White Lies, Red Ties belongs to a body of work that examines hypocrisy, power, and accountability - alongside songs like Red Carpet and Welcome to the Catch 22.

It doesn’t accuse individuals.
It exposes patterns.

Because systems rarely collapse from one big lie.
They survive on many small ones.


Sometimes the most dangerous lies are the ones that sound polite.

And sometimes, telling the truth starts by refusing to accept them.





January 04, 2026

🪱Rotten Fruit – When One Person Poisons the Whole


Rotten Fruit – When One Person Poisons the Whole

We all have them in our lives - the rotten fruits, the rotten eggs. The people who quietly manipulate, distort reality, and slowly cause damage in families and society. Sometimes they arrive loudly. More often, they blend in. They smile. They stay. And by the time the damage is visible, it’s already too late.

Trust me, I know exactly what I’m talking about.

My family has been broken by more than one of these people - female and male alike. The harm they caused didn’t happen overnight. It spread slowly, silently, like rot from the inside. Relationships collapsed, trust disappeared, and bonds that should have been unbreakable were destroyed. Some damage cannot be undone. What’s done is done.

And that is one of the hardest truths to accept.

For a long time, we tried to fix things. We believed that patience, understanding, love, or endurance could heal what was broken. But some people don’t want to heal. They want to feed. They don’t rot alone - they rot what’s kept close to them.

That’s what Rotten Fruit is about.

The song uses a simple image: a bowl of beautiful, fresh fruit with one rotten piece in the center. The fresh fruit cannot heal the rotten one. But the rotten one will destroy the whole bowl if it stays. This isn’t pessimism. It’s reality.

There is no happy ending in this song - and that is intentional.

Because real life doesn’t always give us closure, apologies, or justice. Sometimes all we get is understanding. And understanding is not weakness - it’s power.

Awareness is what ends denial.
Awareness is what breaks cycles.
Awareness is what allows us to move on without living in the dark.

Rotten Fruit doesn’t promise healing. It doesn’t offer redemption. It offers clarity. And clarity is what gives us the strength to protect ourselves, to stop repeating patterns, and to choose a different future - even if the past cannot be repaired.

We didn’t fail as families.
We didn’t fail as a society.

We survived what was stolen from us.

And sometimes, survival is the most honest ending there is.

January 03, 2026

🐍Toxic Tongue – When Words Leave Lifelong Scars!


Toxic Tongue – When Words Leave Lifelong Scars

To this day, I can still remember hurtful comments that were inappropriate, extremely painful, and deeply insulting. Words people may have forgotten seconds later stayed with me for decades.

I remember being in my early twenties, just starting my education in web publishing. We were in an extremely difficult financial situation, but my mum supported me anyway. Together, we bought a full computer home office. I was incredibly proud - and at the same time terrified. I was so afraid of failing, so afraid of not being good enough to work with it.

When I showed my first website to a female person who was invited to dinner at our home, her comment was: “Hey, du bist doch gar nicht so blöd.”
(“Hey, you’re actually not that stupid.”)

To this day, I don’t understand why anyone would make such an unfriendly comment - especially as a guest in someone’s home. Her words revealed that her idea of me had been that I was a stupid person. That realization hurt more than she probably ever imagined.

Years later, another moment burned itself into my memory. A male person - I don’t call these people friends anymore, and I deliberately use “female or male person” here - said to me, “Du bist nichts Besonderes.” (“You are nothing special.”)

Why would anyone say that to another human being? Every single person is special. Every single one.

Another time, when I was only 25 and going through a very difficult divorce, a female person said to me, “If you can’t find a man, you can always use a sperm bank.”

Why would you say something like that to a young person who is already hurting? Who is already questioning herself, her future, and her worth?

Needless to say, each of these encounters marked the last time I met those people. I distance myself from rude and disrespectful individuals who don’t think before they speak. 

If someone lacks basic manners and the emotional intelligence to be kind, there is no reason to invest time or energy in cruelty disguised as opinion. Life is too precious to waste on disrespect and nonsense.

What I’m trying to say is this: people open their mouths before they think. And they don’t realize how much pain and sorrow they cause. 

One sentence can last a second. The damage can last a lifetime. That is the idea behind my song Toxic Tongue.

The song is not about revenge. It’s not about forgiveness, either. It’s about awareness. About recognizing how destructive careless words can be - and how often negativity is projected by people who are deeply unhappy with themselves.

Be mindful of what you say.
Be mindful of whom you say it to.
And be honest with yourself about why you’re saying it.

Think before you talk.

Because words don’t disappear just because you walk away.
And once spoken, they can never be taken back.

December 30, 2025

🧩Welcome to the Catch-22 - How "legal" Systems Trap People!

Tomorrow we say goodbye to 2025. Another year shaped by global madness. As the year ends, I’m adding one more awareness track to my Cocktails of Society album.

The term Catch-22 comes from the 1961 novel Catch-22 by Joseph Heller.

It describes a no-win situation created by contradictory rules.

You are trapped because:

  • Rule A blocks you unless you meet Rule B
  • Rule B blocks you unless you already met Rule A

There is no exit by design.

The system looks logical on paper — but impossible in real life.


**“Why are they coming?”

“Why don’t they stay home?”**

When wars are created, borders destabilized, and regions made unlivable, displacement is treated as a surprise instead of a consequence.

People flee -  and are then blamed for fleeing.


The Refugee Catch-22

Refugees are told to:

  • Integrate
  • Work
  • Contribute
  • Earn their place

But are denied:

  • Work permits
  • Access to education
  • Recognition of qualifications

Be productive — but don’t move.
Be independent — but stay dependent.


The Homelessness Catch-22

Homeless people are told:

  • Get a job
  • Get back on your feet

But:

  • No address → no job
  • No job → no address

“Get back on your feet.”
(removes the floor)


Why This Song Exists

Welcome to the Catch 22 is not about confusion. It is about designed failureIt exposes how bureaucracy becomes punishment, how rules replace responsibility, and how systems create prisons without walls - then call them fair.

This is not chaos. It is structure. And it is working exactly as intended.

WELCOME TO THE CATCH 22!

December 27, 2025

🌍From 80 Million to 120 Million People!


From 80 Million to 120 Million People

When I look at this cover, I feel two things at the same time: sadness — and brutal clarity.

I like it because it doesn’t pretend to be polite.

Back in 2022, “80 Million People” was written in a moment when the world suddenly experienced fear, restrictions, and loss of control through the pandemic. For many, it was the first time borders closed, futures paused, and uncertainty became part of daily life. The song asked listeners to compare that temporary discomfort with the permanent reality of refugees.

At the time, 80 million people were forcibly displaced worldwide.

That number was already unbearable.


Three Years Later: The Number Grew

Today, the number is no longer 80 million.

It is over 120 million people.

Not because humanity didn’t know. Not because there was no data. Not because there were no warnings.

But because knowing is not the same as acting.

Wars multiplied. Conflicts were renamed. Crises were managed with words instead of solutions. While displacement numbers kept rising, those in power kept meeting.

And meeting.

And meeting.


From Pandemic Comparison to Political Satire

If 80 Million People held up a mirror — “now you know how it feels” — then “120 Million People” removes the mirror and points directly at responsibility.

This time, the comparison is no longer the pandemic.

It is the spectacle.

Red carpets. Meaningless summits. Handshakes. Cheek kisses. Photo ops. Cocktails of society.

While the world burns, the performance continues.


The Cover Says What Words Often Can’t

The cover for “120 Million People” shows Humpty Dumpty–like figures in suits, drunk on power, hanging like puppets above the globe. Briefcases in hand. Glasses raised. Strings attached.

They look ridiculous — and that’s the point.

Satire has always been a tool to tell the truth when polite language fails. These figures are not meant to represent individuals as much as a system: fragile, self-important, and detached from the consequences of its own decisions.

The globe beneath them carries the weight.


Same Chorus, Louder Truth

The chorus remains intentionally simple and unchanged — because repetition is memory:

120 million people forcibly displaced
Still trapped in camps, still erased
Tents instead of homes, promises instead of rights
Generation after generation, endless nights

The words don’t need decoration. The number is already an accusation.


Why This Song Exists

This song exists because 80 million became 120 million.

It exists because awareness alone was never enough. It exists because meetings replaced action. It exists because displacement became background noise.

And it exists because silence would be easier — but wrong.


A Continuation, Not a Sequel

“120 Million People” is not a sequel meant to update a statistic.

It is a continuation of a record.

From memoir to petition, from 80 Million People to Blood Is Always Red, from Red Carpet to Generation After Generation — this song stands in the same line:

Documenting what was known. Documenting what was ignored. Documenting what keeps happening.


If numbers continue to rise, this song will age. If justice finally arrives, it will become a reminder.

Either way, it exists so no one can say: We didn’t know!

December 26, 2025

🕰️Waiting, Writing, Songwriting: 20 Years of Raising Awareness!


In 2022, I never imagined that a petition would become the starting point of my journey as a songwriter, activist, and storyteller. In truth, my exhausting journey had begun long before. 

My journey as an indie writer, later songwriter, activist, and storyteller had begun already back in 2005, when I wrote and self-published my memoir. In 2015, I re-published that memoir to raise awareness about the plight of refugees worldwide, particularly around integration and education

Years later, the journey continued musically - with a song called “80 Million People.” Back then, I wasn’t chasing streams or algorithms. I was chasing answers. I was asking a simple, human question: Why do people have to wait so long to be seen, heard, and treated fairly?

That question led me to launch the #HumanityB4Nationality petition. Around the same time, I released “Blood Is Always Red”, following “80 Million People,” a song written during the pandemic when borders closed for some — but never opened for others. 

Music has become my way of translating statistics, policies, and bureaucracy into something people could actually feel.

Three years later, I’m still waiting.


The Petition: 2022

The petition focused on the long waiting times and unequal treatment faced by immigrants and asylum seekers. It wasn’t abstract for me. It was personal, lived, and urgent. Thousands of lives are paused in administrative limbo, while decisions drag on for years.

In response, I received an official answer from the European Commission in Brussels. The letters acknowledge the humanitarian crisis, emphasize solidarity, funding, coordination platforms, and reference long-term frameworks such as the New Pact on Migration and Asylum.

They explain why different groups of refugees have been treated differently over the years. They outline processes, structures, and future intentions.

And they also contain one crucial admission: the current efforts are not enough.

What the response does not contain is just as important.

There are no timelines. No accountability. No concrete remedies for people who have already been waiting for years. Waiting itself - as harm, as loss of time, stability, and dignity - is never addressed.

On paper, everything sounds humane.

In real life, everything still takes too long.

Three years on, the system still moves painfully slow. Waiting times remain excessive. Families remain separated. Futures remain postponed. 

From “Blood Is Always Red” now to “Red Carpet”

Before and during the petition period, I released “80 Million People” and “Blood Is Always Red.” Both songs were written in the middle of the pandemic - a time when many experienced restrictions for the first time, while millions had already been living without rights, homes, or certainty for years. What am I saying? For decades! 

Those songs asked listeners to feel what statistics usually hide: powerlessness, helplessness, and the absurdity of blaming people who have nothing. They have already lost everything in life and are still treated like trash. 

Now, years later, those songs have a follow-up.

“Red Carpet” asks a sharper question: Who gets welcomed, and who gets watched? Who is celebrated, and who is tolerated? The contrast couldn’t be louder.

Alongside it stand two more songs:

  • “Invisible Borders” – about the lines we draw that don’t exist on maps but rule entire lives.

  • “Generation After Generation” – a fierce indictment of power, greed, manipulation, and the long-term consequences of leaders and systems that toy with humanity. It is about karma, legacy, and the uncomfortable truth that destruction does not stop with one era — it rolls on, generation after generation.

These songs exist because the situation hasn’t fundamentally changed.


Why I’m Writing This Now

This post is a reminder — to my readers, to institutions, and to myself. 20 years and I'm still fighting for justice! 

I didn’t stop caring. I didn’t stop waiting. I didn’t stop creating.

Music became my way of documenting time. Every song marks a chapter of waiting, resilience, and refusal to normalize injustice.

While we wait for answers from the UK, while policies are discussed and redrafted, lives continue in slow motion.

And so I keep writing and I keep reminding.

Because humanity should never be conditional.


🔗 You can follow the full journey and petition here: #HumanityB4Nationality on my blog!

🎶 Listen to:

  • Blood Is Always Red

  • Red Carpet

  • Invisible Borders

  • Generation After Generation

on LilyAmis.Bandcamp.com 

This is not the end of the story. It’s a checkpoint.

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A Note for Anyone Who Feels Like They’re failing, like I do sometimes!

If you are trying to change something — a system, a mindset, an injustice — and you feel exhausted, discouraged, or invisible, hear this:

You are not failing.

Change is slow not because your effort is weak, but because the resistance is strong. Systems don’t move easily. They defend themselves. They wait for people to give up.

The fact that a problem still exists does not mean your work was pointless. It means your voice was necessary. Witnessing, documenting, creating, and refusing to look away all matter — even when results are delayed or invisible.

Awareness is not a switch. It’s erosion. It’s water against stone. And stone always pretends it isn’t cracking.

So be proud of the years you showed up. Be proud of the work you did when no one was applauding. Be proud of caring in a world that often rewards indifference.

History rarely thanks people in real time. It remembers them later.

If you’re tired, rest — but don’t doubt yourself. If you’re discouraged, pause — but don’t erase your impact.

Keep going. Not because it’s easy. But because it matters.

December 25, 2025

🎅Mein Brief an Santa Claus!



Lieber Santa, ich schreib dir heut

mein Wunsch ist anders, ganz erneut

Kein Luxus, kein Glanz, kein Reisefieber

nur Frieden auf Erden, für uns alle lieber


Die Kinder wein’n, die Städte brenn’n

und Machtgier will kein Ende kenn’n

Drum Santa, bitte, ich fleh dich an

tu das, was sonst kein Mensch mehr kann


Schicke Kohle an die herzlosen Kinder

die Herzlosen, die kalten Sünder

Lehr sie Güte, zeig ihnen Mut

dass Mitgefühl mehr Wunder tut

Mein Weihnachtswunsch ist klar und wahr

Frieden für alle, Jahr für Jahr


Kein Hunger mehr, kein Kind allein

kein Herz soll mehr versteinert sein

Kein Krieg, kein Hass, kein falsches Spiel

nur Liebe zählt, das ist mein Ziel


Die Welt verliert ihr Gleichgewicht

weil Macht die Wahrheit übertrifft

Erinner sie, was Weihnacht heißt

nicht Gold, nicht Ruhm, nur Menschlichkeit


Schicke Kohle an die herzlosen Kinder

die kalten Seelen, die Blender, die Lügner

Zeig ihnen Liebe, lehre Verstand

dass Frieden wächst, Hand in Hand

Mein Weihnachtswunsch ist klar und wahr

Frieden für alle, Jahr für Jahr


Kein goldner Thron, kein leeres Wort,

nur Hoffnung, Liebe, hier und dort.

Lass Lachen laut durch Straßen ziehn,

damit wir wieder Menschen sind.


Schicke Kohle an die herzlosen Kinder

die kalten Könige und Blender

Weck ihr Herz, vertreib das Grau

zeig ihnen, was man teilen kann

Mein Weihnachtswunsch, für mich, für dich

ein neues Licht für uns alle


Hier ist mein Brief, voll Tränen schwer

bring ihn, Santa, zu den Herzlosen her

Und wenn sie’s trotzdem nicht kapieren

dann lass sie spürn, kein Mensch bleibt bestehn

Wir sind vergänglich, das wird vergeh’n

auch die Machtgierigen müssen mit leeren Händen gehn

December 24, 2025

🎅My Letter to Santa Claus!




Dear Santa, I’m writing again this year

But my wish is different, so please, just hear

No travel, no gifts, no luxury

Just peace on Earth and dignity


The children cry, the cities bleed

While grown-up “leaders” feed their greed

So, Santa, please, I’m begging you

To do what no one else will do


Send coal to the naughty toddlers

The heartless ones, the power callers

Teach them kindness, teach them grace

Let empathy take greed’s old place

My Christmas wish is clear and true

A world of peace begins with you


No bombs, no borders, no hungry eyes

No more truth wrapped up in lies

No children lost, no homes in fear

Just love that lasts the whole damn year


The news keeps breaking hearts each day

So Santa, help us find the way

Remind the world what Christmas means

Not gifts, but love in human scenes


Send coal to the naughty toddlers

The clueless kings, the greedy squallers

Show them mercy, teach them heart

It’s time for change - let healing start

My Christmas wish is clear and true

A world of peace begins with you


No golden thrones, no childish games

No hunger left, no one to blame

Let laughter fill the world instead

With love for all - enough is said


Send coal to the naughty toddlers

To every fake, corrupt marauder

Wake their souls, make darkness fade

Let kindness be the choice they’ve made

My Christmas wish - for me, for you

A world reborn, in light renewed


So here’s my letter, sealed with tears

Deliver it, Santa, on Christmas eve

To every cold heart, every careless hand

And if they still refuse to see

Remind them, life’s not for eternity

Naughty toddlers, that’s the bitter taste of reality


December 23, 2025

✨Legacys Zeitreisen Hörbuch Serie und Musik


Es gibt etwas an Weihnachten, das die Zeit langsamer werden lässt.

Lichter leuchten wärmer.
Erinnerungen rücken näher.
Und selbst die stillen Momente tragen plötzlich Bedeutung.

In dieser Weihnachtszeit möchte ich dich herzlich in eine Geschichte einladen.
Oder besser gesagt: in mehrere Geschichten – verbunden durch Güte, Neugier und einen kleinen Hund namens Legacy.

Legacys Zeitreisen ist eine Hörbuchreihe für Kinder und Erwachsene. Sie beginnt in einer mondhellen Bibliothek, in der Bücher sanft leuchten und die Vergangenheit flüstert. Von dort springt Legacy – ein kleiner King-Charles-Spaniel mit einem sehr großen Herzen – mutig in die Seiten der Zeit, um Menschen zu treffen, deren Leben die Welt auf stille, aber kraftvolle Weise verändert hat.

In den ersten drei Hörbuchserien begegnet Legacy außergewöhnlichen Persönlichkeiten:

  • Ernst Jakob Christoffel, der den Blinden Licht schenkte

  • Maria Montessori, die an jedes Kind glaubte

  • John Lennon, der sich Frieden wünschte

  • Mutter Teresa, die Liebe in Taten lebte

  • Jesus, dessen Botschaft von Hoffnung und Vergebung bis heute wirkt

  • Elvis Presley, der Freude durch Musik brachte

  • Maria, die Mutter, die Ja zur Liebe sagte

  • Saint Nikolaus, der im Stillen Gutes tat

  • und Santa Claus, der uns daran erinnert, dass Freude geteilt werden will

In sanften Gesprächen, mit leiser Humor und ehrlichen Fragen, erkennt Legacy etwas sehr Wichtiges:
Vermächtnis hat nichts mit Ruhm oder Macht zu tun.
Vermächtnis ist Liebe, die weitergeht – von Herz zu Herz.

Begleitet werden die Geschichten vom Musikalbum Legacy4Love.


Die Songs sind inspiriert von der emotionalen Essenz der Hörbücher und im Stil der 80er-Jahre produziert – unserem liebsten Musikjahrzehnt, voller Wärme, Melodie und Gefühl. Jeder Song ist wie ein Nachklang, etwas, das bleibt, wenn die Geschichte längst zu Ende ist.

Weihnachten ist eine Zeit des Gebens, des Zuhörens und des Erinnerns an das, was wirklich zählt. Ob du die Geschichten mit Kindern teilst, sie still für dich selbst hörst oder sie als Geschenk weitergibst – ich hoffe, Legacys Reise bringt ein wenig Licht in deine Wintertage.

Möge diese Zeit uns daran erinnern, dass Güte durch die Zeit reist.
Dass Liebe nie wirklich vergeht.
Und dass manchmal die kleinsten Pfoten die größten Spuren hinterlassen.

Frohe Weihnachten und willkommen bei Legacys Zeitreisen. 🐾✨