Once upon a dream The sound of my friends' laughter. The warmth of my grandmother's touch; the smell of her scarf. The sour taste of Masht Hassan's lavashaks. Playing Read More » February 21, 2005 No Comments
About “Get up. You're leaving,” the girlfriend said to the guy. “Help me,” the guy said, trembling. “I said get up before I humiliate you in Read More » February 21, 2005 No Comments
Greater Iran The purpose of this writing is not to present you with yet another flabby history lesson about Persia, something which I trust you all to Read More » February 21, 2005 No Comments
Hossein hocus pocus As I flip through Iranian satellite TV channels I can't help stop and watch the Ashura processions offered by the Islamic Republic. A big room Read More » February 21, 2005 No Comments