Recipe for the perfect woman
* A touch of spice — but not too much * A sprinkle of sugar …… — but please, do not over do it *
July 1, 2002
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* A touch of spice — but not too much * A sprinkle of sugar …… — but please, do not over do it *
“I am sorry for you sir, but you are sta-te-less.” The heavily moustachioed customs officer at the Lisbon Airport had a look at my stateless
“Will we still be cousins when we grow up?” It was a question my American-born baby cousin, Bahar, asked me after I explained all the
True wars are never won. — E. E. Cummings Administration officials have offered…at least six overlapping reasons why American men and women may have to
history resonates in my bones i remain her pupil afterall one day i just might become her prophet she suckles the marrow in my spine
Recent economical indicators circulating in various newspapers and news agencies both within and outside Iran portray a very bleak picture of the direction towards which
It is only a few months since I have arrived in the U.S. I am here for a relatively short visit. Being Iranian, I “hang
Have you ever pondered distance and has time ever made you pause? To see that to measure is to make and to quesion is to
Time oozing out ever slower until it comes to a stop And then turns into an icicle Hanging off my soul's roof In comparison a
I contacted you before I left for Iran to visit for the first time in 27 years since I was born in Tehran and left
These photos are about people who frequent qahvekhaneh teahouses in poor and traditional parts of Tehran. They show up after work, drink tea, listen to
http://iranian.com/Features/2002/July/Alice/index.html Here in the SF Bay Area a reality of life is the commute. Stuck in traffic in the morning, stuck in traffic at night.
It was one of those Sundays I cherish because they come too far apart and in between, I am sure most of you know what
In the security office they had surveillance cameras for every corner of the airport. There were more security measures than a Vegas Casino. We entered
Two years have elapsed since Ahmad Shamlou left the literary arena of our country after at least 50 years of serious and constructive presence during
