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These days there is hardly a place left on the globe that Iranian diaspora have not set foot on. New Zealand is another place that
April 12, 2007
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These days there is hardly a place left on the globe that Iranian diaspora have not set foot on. New Zealand is another place that
It was Parvin that found me immersed in my blood in the bathroom. She managed to get me into hospital in time. Five weeks before
I kept regular correspondents with Maria and Jo. To Maria, I wrote about my sexual exploits and to Jo, my spiritual quests. One letter read
I was no longer under any obligation to share or compromise my boundaries with any one. My new window looked out onto the busy life
The Orientalists: Solving the mystery of a strange and a dangerous life by Tom Reiss New York : Random House, 2005. Tom Reiss's book is
When Hassan told me that Zia had just passed away, I burst into an uncontrollable laughter. It was only some twelve hours before that we
I knew exactly what he meant. I had masqueraded as English, Turkish, Kurd and finally Spanish in order to bring myself over here. But there
Masoud Banisadr's Memoirs of an Iranian Rebel (Saqi Books, London, 2004) begins his story with his dysfunctional upbringing. The love that his divorced mother gave him was a
Breathing through my fingers. Seeing with my kneecaps. I need to shape up. I want to go back. Inundated with your story, That I can't
Doris Lessing in her book Time Bites: Views and Reviews (Harper Collins, London, 2004), pours out many of her inner opinions, secrets, influences that had
Book Review: Hafiz: Teachings of the Philosopher of Love, by Haleh Pourafzal and Roger Montgomery, (Abdol-Hossein Pourafzal, Literary Consultant) Inner Traditions, Rochester, Vermount, 2004. At
Interview with Vahid Vahed, Founder and Artistic Director of CINEWEST in Australia. According to the group's web site, CINEWEST multimedia promotes and implements CCD (Community
I used to be frightened of flying. Now I'm not. Instead I'm scared of crossing the streets. I liked breast, I like thighs now, chicken
Nassrin sat alone. All traces of her past, it seemed were shut out by the obtrusive, distasteful furniture that had enclosed her. A series of
It was in a short story I read long time ago by an Iranian writer, Hejazi. In this sequestered village somewhere by the Caspian Sea
Once again Persian language filled the room and I had a feeling something ominous was going to happen. Ironically it was my turn to come
Persia in the Great Game Sir Percy Sykes Explorer, Consul, Soldier, Spy by Antony Wynn. John Murray Publishers; London, 2003 This book is the story
It was in my first night at the refugee camp that a loud noise woke me up. I sat up in bed and looked around
It was in my second week at the camp when I met Ali. He was standing in front of me in the queue, to collect
So much went into organizing this gathering that I wondered whether it was worth putting it on in the first place. Volunteers spent money out
Hamid was the first refugee I met since my arrival in the small Bavarian town. They put me in his room because it was the
