A journey I am the arrow from the bow that Arash released I have flown from the deepest south to the farthest east I felt the winds Read More » March 11, 2007 No Comments
Crimson red i sit on my throne in crimson red no shame in my shoulders for i am worthy of my place let not the curves of Read More » March 11, 2007 No Comments
Open Tavalod, tavalod… Pamagranet Resturant-Sterling, Virginia, March 9, 2007 Photos Read More » March 11, 2007 No Comments
Sheema Kalbasi, Twice Every Morning Long ago when I was about five years old and with my parents was driving through the holy city of Qom on the way to Read More » March 11, 2007 No Comments