I wave my mother like a woven and I split her… Blood is shedding… The smell of fish corpse is everywhere and the light escapes… The wombs that were not split, It was sad that I had to suffer alone… I came for the grief of childbirth… Did you endure the grief of childbirth? Or, are you still waiting for the fish’s prayer like me? Are you waiting for blood baptism still? Are you waiting for the humans who hopes for opening fish’s mouths for centuries? Is it not the fear of loneliness grief?/// The grief that implicated me in these ambiguous lines? The lines that I know promises salvations for moments and Also, the life of standing for moments… …that only the fish are the solitude of this lightless deepness and Their mouths are opened for praying… and Scratched due to the wound of standing… That the fish are witnesses of sadness… Their thoughts are among lines… and Cockles… Juts and just scratches on the mothers’ hearts of this region… I and you take cover in this darkness, in this privacy In order to be splitter of the light which is passing among our screams…, Mina Didehban