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Portraits of exile: Musical resistance to oppression from Iranian singer Faravaz

An imminent prison sentence caused her to opt for ‘self-imposed exile’ in Germany

On the set of the music video for ‘Mullah‘ in July 2023. Photo by Yana Kaziulia, used with permission.

This story is part of a series called “Portraits of exile” that delves into the experiences of Iranian women in the diaspora as they pursue freedom and showcase their resilience. The story comes as a commemoration of the tragic passing of Mahsa Jina Amini, a Kurdish woman who was killed at the age of 22 at the hands of the morality police for not fully covering her hair This incident ignited widespread protests in Iran, which persist to this day despite escalating government oppression.

Many fans got to know  Faravaz, a 33-year-old Iranian singer based in Berlin, during her time in Iran. She gained recognition by sharing videos of herself singing and providing singing lessons in Tehran on Instagram. Faravaz became one of the prominent figures among brave young women who, in a country where solo singing in public is forbidden for women, gradually crossed borders in their struggle for freedom. 

In recent years, the younger generation in Iran, specifically Generation Z, and particularly young women, have increasingly used social media to challenge the oppressive Islamic regime and patriarchal structures within families and society. This is the same generation of young women who, since the September 2022 “Jin Jiyan Azadi” (Women, Life, Freedom) uprising, have garnered global attention through their bold resistance against systemic misogyny.

In the video below, Faravaz and Justina, an Iranian female rapper in exile, sing about the religious rules of the Islamic Republic in “Fatva,” where singing has been banned for women since the Islamic revolution until now.

From Tehran to Berlin

Driven by her passion and career aspirations, Faravaz eventually transcended the borders of her home country. In 2018, she was invited to Germany for the “Female Voice of Iran” Festival. Although she partially covered her hair while performing in front of the cameras in Berlin’s Villa Elisabeth, hoping to return to her homeland with minimal problems, a piece of news changed her mind, leading her to decide to stay in Germany. 

Being a longtime fan and follower of Faravaz on social media, I was thrilled to engage in a conversation at a cafe near Berlin’s central station, overlooking the Spree River, where she shared some pivotal moments of her story. “I had been interrogated and tried in Iran for singing without a hijab, and my case was under appeal. While in Germany, I learned that a one-year prison sentence would be approved, and I would have to go to prison in Iran when I returned,” Faravaz shared with me. 

Then, the narrative of the past several decades, since the Islamic Republic regime gained power in Iran, resonated once more as the imminent prison sentence persuaded another Iranian to opt for a life in “self-imposed exile.” Crossing this “border” was no easy feat she told me. “I was shocked. It took me about two years to come to terms with the fact that there was no turning back.”

During those two years, Faravaz navigated the asylum process in Bavaria, Germany. However, before she could resume a relatively normal life, the currents of the COVID-19 pandemic washed her ashore like a piece of driftwood, extinguishing any possibility of returning to the cultural scene. This is why she expressed having lost the “golden years,” both inside and outside Iran.

“I lost four significant years of my twenties in Germany and two important years in Iran during the interrogations and court process,” Faravaz said.

Facing backlash and digital oppression

However, when crossing borders, discrimination and stigma cannot be left behind. By aligning with the MeToo movement, which resonated with influential figures in Iranian cultural fields in 2020, Faravaz, faced severe backlash for speaking out against a fellow Iranian male singer. She became the target of intense hate attacks. She was labeled an “attention-seeking whore” and received disturbing images, including severed heads. Ultimately, because of one of these waves of attacks, Faravaz’s Instagram account, boasting thousands of followers, was removed as a result of mass reports — a tactic employed by Iranian digital armies to silence activists

“It was like they had closed my office,” she remarked. Although she managed to regain the account, the insecurity never left her — the lingering fear that, at any moment, a misogynistic force could dismantle what she had built as a public figure, whether through mass reporting or alternative methods like bot attacks.

Faravaz’s choice to participate topless in one of the Jin, Jiyan, Azadi demonstrations in Cologne, Germany, in October 2022, subjected her to various insults and, in some instances, isolation, yet she believed it was the most authentic way to support a movement against several decades of the regime’s control of women’s bodies. This daring gesture prompted many to inquire about her motivations.

“In Iran, when you are a female singer, everyone keeps asking you, ‘Why don’t you leave Iran?’ They believe that, if you work as an Iranian female singer, the doors to success are wide open to you outside Iran. It is just a myth; either you have to work in an Iranian community, where it is often the case that the atmosphere is more misogynistic than that inside Iran, or you have to enter the world of non-Iranians, where you also need to know the language,” she said.

However, she continued, “In Europe, at least, you can go ahead, which is in contrast to inside Iran, where it felt like I was punching an unbreakable wall.”

Outside Iran, Faravaz did not hesitate to advocate for the right of Iranian women to sing. Female singers in Iran were among the early targets of Islamists following their rise to power in Iran in 1979. After the revolution, many female singers fled Iran, and those who remained were interrogated, imprisoned, and unemployed. Googoosh, the most famous Iranian pop singer, optimistically returned to Iran from abroad after the revolution but could only leave the country and resume her work as a singer two decades later

The video below, the song “Ey Iran,” is about the oppression of women in Iran and commemorates the suppressed women striving for freedom.

Navigating despair

While serving as the protagonist in the short documentary “My Orange Garden,” directed by Anna-Sophia Richard, which explores the prohibition of women singing, Faravaz shared insights into her occasional despair throughout her journey of activism, describing  it as a “product designed by the Islamic Republic to bring about inaction.” She also expressed disappointment on realizing that discrimination against women extended beyond the oppressive regime and persisted within households. “We have to be prepared for the substantial amount of work that will be required the day after the regime’s change,” she emphasized.

One of Faravaz’s latest works is entitled “Mullah,” and features provocative lyrics that rhyme, “I wanna ah with a mullah, make love with a mullah … bang bang with a mullah.” The song serves as a bold statement against the dominant political power that has controlled women’s bodies for decades, compelling them to leave their home country just to have their voices heard as singers. 

“Mullah” brought forth a barrage of attacks, ranging from criticism of her body shape to downgrading her activism and the quality of her voice. In an interview with Voice of America, she expressed her frustration: “I am angry and cannot remain calm as the misogynistic society expects women to be. I wonder why I should not be angry; I am filled with so many years of repression.”

In Berlin, Faravaz is not just an Iranian singer; she is an exile, determined to channel her anger into a movement that Iranian women, both inside and outside the country, have shaped through ongoing protests and daily resistance.

This article was written by Maryam Mirza and originally published on the Global Voices website on 20 December 2023. It is republished here under the media partnership between Global Voices and Shouts – Music from the Rooftops! and a CC BY 3.0 Deed license.

I am little Iran, another name for displacement

My friend, the musician, is hiding from violent forces, when all he’d like to be doing is teach and perform music.

Photo courtesy of the artist.

“My friend, I want to die
decently in my bed.
Of iron, if possible,
with Holland linen.
Do you not see the wounds I have
from my chest up to my neck?”

(From Romance Sonámbulo by Lorca)

For the past months I have been communicating with a man whom I now call my friend (and who for security reasons I will refer to as HZ). A man whose passion for art tears through in every message he writes to me. A man who fiercely believes in the power of music and its healing capabilities. A man who, after years and years of living in limbo in hostile Afghanistan, experiencing torture and unjust imprisonment, waiting for the world to give a helping hand, still has hope in his heart that art and love will prevail.

HZ wrote a letter to the world, which has been edited for translation reasons and clarity and from which, fragments can be read throughout this article. HZ’s beautiful music can also be heard throughout the article.

“City Without Throbbing” by HZ.

My friend is not originally from Afghanistan but some years ago he escaped to there after being imprisoned and harassed by his own government in Iran. The only thing he did wrong, in the eyes of the powerful, was to voice his opinion. Using his voice, in public and in music, led to him being arrested and suffering unspeakable things in prison. War-torn Afghanistan, at that time, became a safer place for him.

Homeland is another name for displacement, displacement is another name for homeland.” Every day many lands are drowned in black waters, they die on the shores of Tunisia, they are shot at the border of Turkey, they are quarantined on the Greek islands, they dry in trucks like pieces of meat, and what is buried may not be displacement, but the concept and meaning of the name land, homeland. And it is the house that dies. Without a future, without a home, without a homeland, insecure, without bread and freedom, on the verge of death, the one who speaks to you is me, little Iran, another name for displacement. Maybe this is my last word for you, but I use it with the last bit of strength that I still have, a handful of words to shout in praise of freedom.

While in Afghanistan, HZ, a long-time student of Persian master Mohammad Reza Shajarian, started teaching music to children, especially to young girls. He established an all-girls choral group that performed hymns and musical theater and he collaborated with an animal aid center and the Afghan Literary Association. He further created cultural and artistic television programs and musical theater works with young girls.

All these activities were voluntary.

After years of fear and hiding, I throw away my fear and doubt and scream again and again. Because a person trapped in such a world has nothing to lose. I wish words were enough to explain the suffering of slaps, beatings, humiliation, cursing and all kinds of tortures and rapes in the prisons of Iran and Afghanistan for the crime of seeking freedom or looking to obtain a document for the right to live on such a large land. With this description, there is no escape other than taking refuge in this cry.

Today my friend is not that man. He is not teaching, but instead hiding. Not playing music, but instead quiet. Not creating, but instead escaping harm.

He is in a village that is not his home, but instead a refuge. The place that once was safer than his homeland, has now become uncertain grounds. After the Taliban reclaimed control over the country, a couple of years ago, he, as a musician and foreigner, is in grave danger.

One typical message exchange between us starts with me checking up on him, asking how it’s going that day. After his usual warm greeting, he sends back a photo of his bloody, wounded shoulder. He was attacked for simply wearing his homeland on his skin. Could have been worse if they’d known he was a musician.

Before I have lost my last strength to think and see and speak, I want to write about the death and psychological destruction of comrades, women and men, who perished under torture. I write about being humiliated in the streets. About sleeping hungry for weeks and being homeless. From being discriminated against because of my language, accent, type, and nationality, not only from a hostile people on the streets or authorities, but also from the people responsible for my refugee case at the United Nations. I am talking about unanswered letters to local, regional and global human rights officials. About being alone and awaiting death.

For years, my friend has been reaching out to people and branches within the UNHCR (United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees). He has sent countless applications to organisations that help at-risk artists. But today he is, painfully, still waiting for help. Without being able to work, and thus without being able to attend to his wounds, his health is deteriorating fast.

There are countless others like him. Countless artists, dissidents, activists, who only wish to provide for themselves and their family and color the world with their beautiful creations.

“The fence of life” by HZ.

My friend tells me that he does not fear death, for he knows art will prevail. Sharing his songs and his story here is but only a small thing. Getting to know HZ has become a privilege for me; his optimism, his deep love for art, and his friendship has enriched my life. No one should have to suffer through the experiences that have been put upon him and any country should be so lucky to have him augment their culture with his music and teachings. If you, who are reading this, would like to help my friend further, so he can seek medical attention and, eventually, reach safer grounds, please contact me at halldor@shoutsmusic.blog or via Shouts’ social media.

But I didn’t say these words to find sadness. I write to keep the cry of protest alive. I have written so that everyone knows who are responsible for my death if I die. In the end, I shake the warm hand of my fellow sufferers and other wounded relatives, around the world, and I end my letter with this sentence of Forugh Farrokhzad:

“Remember to fly, the bird is a mortal”

Iranian protest singer arrested after releasing a song dedicated to Iranian women’s movement

The arrest comes in the wake of the anniversary of Mahsa Amini’s death in custody and the following protests that shook Iranian society.

Mehdi Yarrahi protesting for Karun river by Darafsh (Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International).

Last 28th of August, Mehdi Yarrahi was arrested for releasing a new piece of music. In the song, titled “Roosarito” (meaning ‘your headscarf ‘), the singer blasts the government’s hijab law and with the release the singer wanted to show support for his country’s women and their fight for equality.

Also read: Why Is Iran’s Regime So Afraid Of This Song?

Yarrahi was accused on two accounts, one for “publishing obscene and vulgar content” and “encouraging public to immorality and depravity,” and the other for “propaganda against the establishment.”

International human rights organisations have condemned the Iranian government for these actions taken against the artist and demanded his immediate release.

In the beginning of his career Yarrahi made anything but protest music, in fact he got famous for composing and singing for the Islamic Republic of Iran Broadcasting (IRIB).

But after seeing the injustice his people faced, from water shortages to air quality to bad living conditions, Yarrahi began shifting his creative work to address social issues in his country. For which he has since received much backlash and now official arrest.