🗼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.

🎭 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

🪱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.

🐍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.