International Women’s Day 2019

100×120-acrylic and oil paint on canvas

A glass of water

International Women’s Day 8-3-2018

Roving Eyes

Close your roving eyes, woman,

feel and behold in your pervading darkness

whatever difficult path

you have already crossed.

Sense yourself under the sunshine

when even the sky is gray and not scorched.


You are in the growth of new sprout’s

In all kinds of green,

like symphony in nature, perfection,

the way it always has been.

Do not forget, woman

what you have – your prodigious strength.

Do close your eyes tight 

then you’ll be sure in your own laughter.


They cannot defeat you

whatever the world tries to do,

pushing you into hollowness of all kinds.

The pond can be filled with dirt and mud

but also with startling lilies

vibrant with scent and flitting butterflies.

The dirt belongs to the world

which dishonors you

but you are above all when emotionally independent

with your as-built fire and mystic grandeur.


Shuktara Momtaz (film & poem), Shaon Momtaz (video), Shannon Momtaz (guitar)


What is trying to blur my intuition and view?
An opposite impulse but what is it?
Is it an understandable fact?
No-it is not that.

I cannot free myself from both worlds which I have.
But at last I fixed myself in my self- made fence!
The racism itself is blend within in its own stake
as cruel with its ugly sharp nails.
What people do to each other
have a great impact and influence.
They always let me feel that I am not equal.

The color of mine is never appreciated here.
The gender of mine is never appreciated there.
What an unworthy, shameful, repulsive, inferior world.
But I live fine.

Creativity rambles around me with all its colors
but I cannot catch.
Is that not enough and just adequate?

Try to breath but I cannot
Is it my self-made chaos?
No-I don’t think,
it is the surroundings,
which take it all with its own severe pic.


What I learned from the past?
From my parents and childhood?
That we welcome the others – from our heart,
sure with a smile and offer them what we can best.
Is that what hospitality says?

Now everything changed! My existence stands far.
Even smiling to each other became scarce,
such impoverishment.

War and poverty made a sea of people hit all over the world.
Children are dying from cold and war, but hospitality is withheld
because, we have borders.

People are killing each other, here and there,
some through politics and power,

some of the name of  religion or Allah.
But for the same God’s sake, for what?

The stupidity, foolishness, cruelty, hatred,
different language, different race, different color,
barbarism, sexism, racism, Trump,
made people blind, brought shame, unrest where we belong.
What a torment!

I ask myself, are we already in hell?

But yet I hope,

hope for humanity and hospitality without slaughter.
A world which is all of ours without any race and borders.

‘Peace’ must not subsists sole as a word

but must generates within each of us to make it real as a task,

while we specified us as ‘human’ after all.