My vintage Pioneer turntable is playing the music of the Ballarat-based duo Zöj. The voice of the Iranian singer Gelareh Pour and her Persian kamancheh, a bowed string instrument, are feeding my lounge with the song The God of Rainbows. The weather is bleak but then so is the state of the world. I try not to let my mood follow. The music helps, offering a welcome contrast to the pain, violence and despair churned out by my social media algorithm.
I’ve been listening to Persian music a lot over the past month. Not only as a source of respite but as I strive to connect to my motherland – a place I’ve never been able to visit. My parents, who belong to the Bahá’í faith, left in 1979 during the Iranian Revolution. They have never returned.
