I miss you when I don’t want to see you. I long for you When I don’t want you in my thoughts. I want to

We all say things we don’t mean Make promises we won’t keep We live life as though it is free Though we pay for it,

Oh Rain, enough slapping my face This face is old Your hands are cold I didn't forget, When we first met You told a tale

Forgive me if I don't see Or I look away I don't mean to offend Or to be arrogant I just don't know what to

Since the resurgence of fundamentalism in the Muslim world, many women have been stoned to death for committing adultery. This is the story of one

Hopped on a train On the way to Mashad Riding along the outskirts Of the Capital city Speed gradually increasing Hearing the clump-clump of the

My smile blossomed At the first hint of gratification Marking the end Of the dispassion I'd brought myself to get used to No more qualms… Overwhelmed

I read Alireza M.’s article “Where are our good girls?”, which tried to persuade readers that a lack of religion among Iranian diaspora youth has

I'm wondering (that happens after 2 glasses of Absolute) about religion. It is such a confusing topic for idiots like myself, who rely on common

I wrote this eulogy two days after hearing the news of the death of my high school teacher and it shares the sentiments of many of