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The last book

I think the greater part of my childhood was spent reading – or being read to. The former was a result of being read a

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Everyday journey

197 seconds; 197 fucking seconds. And that's if they got to the intersection during the next green light. Sitting behind the wheel of that archaic

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A hospital story

The hospital is a funny, paradoxical place. Within its confined walls, mothers give birth; the dying take their departure there. It is a place for

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The ugly truth

All the way to school Saturday — the day after the electiuon — I was trying to come up with ugly world leaders. Presidents, prime

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Ready… set… go nowhere

TEHRAN — “” (Servant of the Iranian people) stares back at me with that big, bulky frame and insane looking slogan around his neck. Insane

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Staying in place

Her father disliked the whispering. He would get home exhausted late in the evening practically dying for his wife's cup of tea and the BBC

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life

She was getting out of the mall with her big shopping bags and trying to stay balanced on those sexy – yet uncomfortable – high

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The game

The taxi, even compared to the rather old looking ones around it, is pretty archaic. So unlike the driver, who seems to be a good

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Arayeshgah

I remember watching a scene out of Braveheart — Scottish men in kilts going off to fight the evil British, standing by the fields to

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Murder they wrote

How does one become an overnight superstar? To a faceless, nameless individual quietly doing their laundry or watching the news to someone who is front

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Leaving Tehran

In all of us there is a hunger, marrow deep, to know our heritage. To know who we are and where we have come from.

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Konkoori

The clock is ringing, and ringing and ringing like screaming drums. Wasn't it a moment ago that she lay down to rest? It's 4:30 and

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Tango on

The temperature is around 20 below zero. Outside, on this Friday afternoon after our last class of the week, the world is covered in white.

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Hett or Bagh

Early in September of 1951 a round, heavyset middle-aged man walks into an old, archaic city – so old in fact, that he can feel

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Waiting for our turn

There is that image of a six-year-old boy holding unto his mother's hand as she holds on to his 11-month-old sister as they step out

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Parvaneh’s memories

I've seen showers that only women can use, salons that only women can go to and I've even heard of a hospital for females alone

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Siavash to Hossein

For some reason I don't clearly understand, a stream of sadness seems to run through Iranian culture. One that you can feel while listening to

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Simply waiting

email us Tehran is one big city. Twelve million creatures moving along an uncertain path which most of the time seems gloomy and dark. How

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The price of change

There are some things which you might hear about over and over again. You might read about them in a newspaper or even see them

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The blind musicman

I've almost forgotten what it feels like, having the rain fall down on your face, feeling the wetness under your feet, accidentally stepping into puddles

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Distractions

Haven't seen the latest movie? The one your cousin who lives in the States told you about? No problem. Just ask. Mornings, evenings or even

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Welcome home?

Look out the window. That must have been a beautiful tree there long ago. Grandfather would have greatly cherished it. Now tilt your head. You

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