I frequently compose poems alongside painting.Sometimes I introduce my poems to my audience as a tool or a clue to my work to understand the subject of the work to some extent. My work’s subject matter is analogous to the paragraphs of my story, which, when linked together, can reveal a significant portion of my thoughts and the path I take in my life. I believe there is a stronger connection between my work and my audience, and I work every day to deepen that connection.The title of this piece was chosen to offer a clue to the audience and steer them in a route known to most people towards my small geography. This is where I reside, a little area of the geography that we humans know on the border named Iran. And the scenario at one point caused the name of the inhabitants of this geography to reach the ears of many people globally. At that time, I observed an unfortunate and shameful scenario from those who simply had a human body and filled their gaps by obeying the instruction. They were filled up with superiors, who, with a mouthful in their palm and soiled with my brother’s blood, reaffirmed their eternal desire.This incident took place on November 15 of 2019. Details of this date and event can be found on Wikipedia.