ILLUSTRATIONS
Stories Illustrated by Michal Tamir
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Stories Illustrated by Michal Tamir
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My Mother and I.
We met on Facebook in a “leaving Islam” group.
I liked her words.
I also liked Michael Jackson a lot… but who didn’t?
Women shouldn’t just think about marriage, sons and serving men.
One of my fondest childhood memories was when my father took me to Australia to watch a soccer game. It was the match between Australia and Iran in 1997.
It was a close game that ended 2:2, and was just enough for Iran to qualify for the World Cup for the first time.
I remember my father jumping up and down and people celebrating in the streets.
My Father and I.
except those who dedicate their lives to bringing peace and goodness to mankind, like the Dalai Lama and others like him.
Feminist movements throughout history have demanded gender equality. Instead, they should have demanded supremacy. Female supremacy is not radical, it is reasonable.
You are not that funny anymore. You are just a sticky piece of shit! You thought that those other people are the same as you? You are wrong! They like you when you are strong, they like you when you make them happy. But when you are down? You are alone! Alone! Alone! Totally alone!
“Pain on the liver”, part of my new theater piece that is in the works.
Every evening after work, my father used to put me in the car and drive around until I fell asleep.
The salesman at the drugstore refused to place the change in the bare hand of a cross dresser. When I asked why, he explained that he was disgusted by me as a man in drag. I appreciated his honesty.
One day, I saw James Franco posting a “selfie” on Facebook. He was in Morocco, filming the movie “Queen of the Desert.” I screamed with joy.
I thought about the time it takes to overcome reluctance, to get familiarized and open up, and he probably haven’t had many chances to do so.
Even I took years to open up towards myself. I was a thousand times more disgusted in myself than he was by me.
But that word stuck in me like an atomic particle gradually. That night, I suddenly felt surrounded by people who are disgusted by me and are ashamed to express it.
When I was in Israel I once lost my way.
It was about 11pm and it was raining. Then I saw an old couple walking hand in hand. They were so tiny. So, in order to get under the umbrella with them, I had to walk hand in hand with the old woman. She finally asked me: “Where are you from?”
My favorite famous person is Yuri Gagarin. I was a huge of fan of his as a child.
For me, she is a symbol of a strong woman who works, educates her children and is also a source of empathy and love.
Every time I want to make my mother, Monia, happy, I tell her she looks like the Italian actress and fashion model Monica. Ti ammo mama!
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