Hossein Rajabian Official Website

 Hossein Rajabian Official Website

The last wish of Hossein Rajabian (Iranian filmmaker, writer and photographer) before entering prison

Now I am entering the first day of my sentence in Evin prison on charges of working in Cinema. Of course, not only this kind of punishment is not unbelievable for my colleagues in Iran, but also it is something simple and understandable. What seems unbelievable in Iran is not being sentenced to such punishments if one works in Cinema. Therefore I ask from all the directors, filmmakers, photographers and artists of the world to show reaction to my unfair sentence, and question its injustice and don’t let me be forgotten in the prison after all the years I will spend there. I have never wished for anything, but fruition of human’s higher values through arts. I have never worked in any other field than writing, filmmaking and photography and all other allegations towards me are sheer lies and I deny them all.

Hossein Rajabian - May / 31 / 2016 

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The Upside-down Triangle A Film by Hossein Rajabian Wikipedia Link 

Film release in protest

Hossein Rajabian an Iranian filmmaker, writer and photographer, In protest at his sentence (six-year prison) and

 seizure of his first feature film (The upside-down triangle) materials, he released the medium-quality copy

 (Free version) of his film online in here. (April 23, 2016)

Dedicated to : Mehdi Rajabian & Yousef Emadi

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Thousands of years ago

The first potter’s wheel began to whirl in my land

Somewhere in the Middle East

Maybe my ancestor’s hands made them whirl

I don’t know exactly

Maybe on that day someone rolled in blood

A war happened

And the clay pot cracked

Or maybe broke

This is how civilization emerged so that I be its heir

Where are pieces of that clay pot today

Maybe in the farthest lands

Somewhere in nowhere

Anywhere except here

What am I paying the price for today

Breaking the clay plot after thousands of years

I do not know

I wish potter’s wheel never whirled here

I wish there were no civilization

To covered in blood and bruised

not to entertain the hatred of such incivility

hence, I’m wounded

by the hand of history

a man as alone as nothingness

and as vast as mind of an ant

as powerful as the sneeze of a whale

yearning for making that potter’s wheel whirl once again

how should I imagine the world with this regret

by the help of a photograph?

A film?

A piece of writing?

Can I handle that?