It is 9:30pm July 4th. I'm looking out of the window of an airplane and see balls of fireworks coming up towards us. It is

It's late at night. I just got back from 11,000 feet back down to sea level. My muscles ache, my joints are barking like a

Late night again, can't sleep, running out of things to read on the internet, YouTube has nothing new to offer, and there is no “new”

And here it is, I can finally write about you Baba… There is nothing so heart ranching as hearing a widow talk to a freshly

The Webster dictionary states NOSATALGIA as “wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable”. A rather pleasant feeling, for

Sting's song keeps playing in my head as he sings about fragility of life. I cannot get out of my head. He died of injuries

I wasn't born in America, so I feel as if either I missed the flag waving and the pledge of legion, and everything else that

It's another one of those late nights. Nostalgia has taken over my entire being, it seems. I am listening to a heavenly voice, a gem

It was just this last Sunday morning. I was at the store my cell phone rang. As much as I hate to answer it in

This November will be 27 years since I left Iran. Twenty of those years were spent without getting a chance to go home. There was

My wife and I have been married for twelve years. And for the past eleven years we have been dodging the question, “so, when are

I don't remember when Abbas and I met. He was born in a small village right outside of Tehran, where my father was born. My

I don't know what it is about tears of a little girl that just stops me in my tracks, no matter how fast I'm going

I just finished reading the “Updates” section of the Iranian.com. I came across Notes of an Iranian boy and it really got me. I mean

Recently I spent twenty wonderful days in Iran, my motherland. I saw my family, my aunts and uncles, and all of my cousins. I grew

Some of you may have read a piece I wrote about Dariush Eghbali, the Iranian singer a few weeks ago [Addicted to Dariush].  I had

This past July 24th was another Dariush concert in LA. The only one I have missed for the past five years. I must have been

I stood there in the middle of the living room looking at the empty house. It looked like somebody sucked the life out of it

The airwaves have been soaked with the news accompanied by those “pictures” — pictures of American soldiers mistreating Iraqi prisoners.  To be honest, I don't

Couple of weeks ago I was making my daily visit to Iranian.com. I was at work and was trying to do this fast so I