Ein Bild im Wert von 4.000 Euro
Home is where my father is
It was a photo Mostafa Rezaie, the photographer and graphic designer whom I mentioned in Die neue Kamera, an Afghan migrant in Iran, made of his father to take part in a national photography contest and it won a prize of 10 conventional Iranian gold coins which back at that time  was equivalent to a value of 4.000 Euros. The picture shows his father sleeping on the floor with his legs up on the heater, his socks rolled up over his pajamas (older men usually wear pajamas under their pants to block the cold), a steel teapot  , two empty glasses beside him, one sitting on its side.
The picture shows an everyday situation, it looks like an afternoon nap, peaceful with a sort of lightness in its air. On the first view it is not too impressive artistically. However, the caption under the photo posted on Instagram tells more about it: “Sturdy like a mountain even when he is asleep, every day that I put the tea pot beside him I see him drowned in a deep silence and I wonder to which internal outcry this deep silence is tied. Sometimes I hear him whispering something, I sharpen my ears and I hear verses of Masnavi.  I look at him and I feel confident in our being, I feel secure and safe again, for me, my sisters and my mother. He is the most real hero I have ever seen. It does not matter what life brings on us, where it sends us, after all we have HIM to keep us safe and secure. It does not matter how far away we are from home. For me home is where my father is (...)” 
It is the caption in which the photographer expresses his feelings, his hopes and his thoughts about his own experiences of migration: His words reveal that behind this tranquility and lightness of the afternoon nap lies much adversity and pain . The adversity and pain a migrant family has endured to seek a haven in Iran, hoping to finally find peace, but yet after a generation has passed they are not considered and treated like citizens. The adversity and pain from which Mostafa takes refuge in his father, a figure that to him signifies a home in which he feels safe and secure from the perils that after about thirty years of living in Iran still exist and affect their lives.
Malihé Bayat Tork