#azadeh

[davetada]

Azadeh and Nate at their old home

Newhall, CA

[inspirednews]

Crescimento exponencial das cirurgias estéticas entre iranianas reflete busca por liberdade

Nos últimos anos, o Irã tem presenciado um aumento significativo no número de mulheres que buscam procedimentos de rinoplastia, uma cirurgia estética que visa suavizar o chamado "nariz persa". Azadeh, uma modelo de 29 anos, faz parte desse movimento crescente. Em sua família, todas as mulheres já passaram por esse procedimento, que se tornou uma forma de se adequar aos padrões de beleza ocidentais em um país onde o corpo feminino é rigidamente controlado.(...)

Leia a noticia completa no link abaixo:

https://www.inspirednews.com.br/crescimento-exponencial-das-cirurgias-esteticas-entre-iranianas-reflete-busca-por-liberdade

[weepingwidar]

Azadeh Nia (Iranian, 1988) - Departure (2024)

[immorphic]

[banamaak]

gorgeous women talking smack about the west.jpg and 5 seconds before azadeh drops the "but who am i judge"

[sarahthecoat]

The Essay: Into the Wild

here's the first of a group of five related short programs on BBC Sounds, incorporating poetry and nature:

[rrrauschen]

Alinah Azadeh, {2003} 1 + 1 = 3

[theblackestofsuns]

Adams Carvalho's illustration for Azadeh Moaveni's piece on young women in Iran in this week's New Yorker magazine.

[atypicalacademic]

WIP Whenever

Thank you to my beloved friends @dirty-bosmer @aria-i-adagio and @ollifree for the tag! I hit a block with my main fic so I was idly adding to a couple of other WIPs, this one is from Seven Thousand Steps, featuring my dragonborn, for a change.

Tagging @cumbiazevran @ollifree @greyvvardenfell @dirty-bosmer @memaidraws @aria-i-adagio @cleverblackcat

The beastblood ran hot and hungry. It turned her stomach, sharpening the edge of her shame into thin, reckless claws. That first time, that other time, Azadeh’s grief had cried out like a wounded child for her to be still. To shut the door behind the night without end, to curl into a patch of nothingness, to stop speaking or breathing or growing for the hope it’d take her back to when she was small and guiltless. She’d chased the eye of the storm for all the years since then, that fragile, short-lived peace concocted from so many potions of calm.  This time, the potions sat untouched. All she craved instead was the sweet silence of the hunt.  She spoke quietly, careful not to wake Ria, who was sleeping in fits and starts against her shoulder. “I’m cursed, aren’t I?” “We all are.” Vilkas tipped his head back. His eyes were heavy, bloodshot. Fresh tears dampened his tired face. Ria would agree, should she confess. Athis, who had stood by the pyre and whispered a prayer to Azura, would flinch away from them, if he knew. The secrets they kept were unfit among siblings. This much, Azadeh understood; she would have told Eleeda in a heartbeat if she could. She would have had Eleeda despise her sooner than have her betrayed.  Merciful Tava, when courage is asked of me, why do I always fall so short? Selfish. She was being selfish again, falling apart and spiraling into herself when they needed her. They’d belonged to Kodlak the way the Firdaus had belonged to her father. And every vessel left so bereft needed a Captain. She squeezed Vilkas’ hand. “You mustn’t carry this on your own. The fault–” “Aye, I know whose sword it was that struck him down. It wasn’t yours, either, Azadeh.”  I wanted Aela to be safe. She wanted to say. I didn’t want her to be alone. Then the rest. The rest had been too easy.  But this was no time for justifications. Let them rot, bitter in her chest, tangled with the guilt she kept stowed away, growing like a living thing.  “I’d rather you blamed me than yourself, Shield-Brother. I’d take it readily. But I wasn’t going to suggest portioning blame at all. Not at this hour. There’s something you need to do so all of you can rest. When you know what it is, I’m at your back.”   She gently brushed Ria’s hair away from her forehead. Vilkas watched her for a moment, softening. “Take her to bed, if you will.” He said. “And then join us in the Underforge. There’s no rest for us till Kodlak gets his.”

[xijx]

[northst-r]

Azadeh Elmizadeh, A Hundred Tongues Lie Hidden in Silence, 2025, red ochre pigment, salt, oil on linen, 76 x 55"

[weepingwidar]

Azadeh Nia (Iranian, 1988) - Midnight Rain (2023)

[banamaak]

i miss doing dollmakers so here's stardew valley azadeh jan!

[karinyosa]

id:

a tweet by azadeh shahshahani (@ashahshahani) that says, "anticipate heightened targeting of palestinian and muslim community members by the fbi in the coming weeks.

if you live in the u.s. south and are contacted by the fbi for questioning, contact us at project south.

the national lawyers guild has a national hotline: (212) 679-2811"

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