Iran's long and turbulent journey from the ashes of a once fledgling soccer program back to glory days came to an end, as far as

  I am not sure if you have heard the word ghaghore or know what it is. One of the things I miss about home

The following is the editorial in the April/May 1998 issue of Zanan magazine in Iran. It sharply criticizes curbs on the press coverage of women's

The following pages describe the meeting in Moscow between a group of Iranian writers living in the U.S. with Siyavash Kasraie (1926-1996), best known for

The lemon tree died last summer. It was in our village of Zarand for 60 years. Abol planted it in 1935 and when it bore

I never cared much for soccer. It never ignited much interest in me as it did in my friends. The game never grew on me

  Standing outside in front of a large old house in the shadow of mature senobar and chenaar trees and watching the silver rays of

How can I explain how I felt yesterday? How can I find the words to describe the intense array of emotions that went through me

I have no voice, and although I have a perverse penchant for flowery metaphors, this statement is emphatically not a metaphor. I literary lost my

It was the 28th of July, 1945, the day of my 15th birthday in the summer of Masjed-i-Solaiman. I had a double date with my

Before watching the game between Iran and the U.S. with our friends, my husband and I argued whether or not we should have gotten flags

Let's not even talk about the game itself. We did not play well at all. The problem was not that the Germans were so good

The Other Woman The WASP nuclear family or the Iranian extended family ? By Catherine Dehdashti June 19, 1998 The Iranian It was our second