Iran, freedom of expression: Who told me?
For the Iran, freedom of expression series. If the newspapers couldn’t write about it, If the state radio and television would cover it up,
For the Iran, freedom of expression series. If the newspapers couldn’t write about it, If the state radio and television would cover it up,
Dear Piece of Shit: My heart almost leapt out of my throat when I saw your email arrive, the one with the subject line of
The green digits showed 1:24. How had I missed my exit? Instinct and habit had been shut off through distraction and vision had been blurred
A part of the Writing Love series. One hot summer day, to be precise, one Friday the thirteenth of August, at about a quarter to three
For the Iran, a hope collection. One day, Iran will be a free country. It will have all that it needs to be a happy
The fog was thick and low tonight. It felt like a winter’s night all of a sudden. Such is life near this ocean. How did
My response to invitation to write. Everyone knows I am no Superman, everyone except me. I sit at the dining table, feverishly clicking, pausing, sobbing,
The performance hall lights dim. The low chatter of the audience turns into a hush and ends. The curtains pull back to reveal the orchestra
So it was time to go. The last few minutes had expanded in my mind where every move, every look, and every word counted as