The hyperventilating sweating fat mullah was devilishly portraying himself as the chosen on earth messenger of a god to pledge a special paradise nook with
The despicable Mr. Charlatan is known to all of us, he is the deceiving, conniving, scandalous, and cruel bully whose greed is limitless and his
Stories. All cultures have them. While my husband was a child growing up in Shiraz, Iran, his mother would tell bedtime stories to her many
After Eshrat Khanum left our house for good, my auntie, always well-informed about the gossip and the past history of everyone in our lane, told
Every day after noon, Davood would wake up and spend the rest of his day on the rooftop of the lodging house, playing with the
Silent thief The thief that came and stole my “maman tehrani” A thief that came so slowly, so silently that no one heard him And
We used to talk about Sligo and Damavand more passionately than anything else in life. Thanks to Google, Paddy and I found each other. It’s
In a few months, I’ll be visiting my uncle. The tyranny of distance doesn’t allow us to see each other enough. He is my favourite
The house was going to be demolished. I had been there barely four months. Karl had suggested that I move there. He knew I was
It was my first visit in a year. I have tried to see her at least twice a year. She is still living at home,
When we arrived in Hamadan Essy was already waiting for us with his mate, Bastan at the bus terminal. They were standing by a big,
Once upon a time there was a powerful king who ruled the world. At the king’s opulent court many artists were employed. There were painters,
Negotiations of the West with Iran have totally failed. Israelis have taken out several nuclear sites in Iran. The Iranian revolutionary guards and have fired
He was prepared to prove that his 1964 White Peugeot was the only car he had ever owned. He knew the first question, the shallow
Mohammad, an Arab child, entered his classroom on the first day of school. “What is your name?” asked the teacher. “Mohammad” answered the kid. “You are in
There was once a guy who ran away from home to join the army. He had been 17 and disoriented, thin and short, not quite
بر قرار کردن ارتباط منطقی بین گوز و شقیقه از همه آسانتر است، که اول بدان میپردازم. پریروز، چند کلمه ای در مذمت حزب توده و
I first saw America from a silver Buick that called to my mother from a dealership along the New Jersey turnpike. We’d been in this
Setting: A man is lying down in the middle of the street. The parallel lines surround him on both sides. A man’s voice can be
It was autumn of 1998 when Rumi and I became friends. I was in my first semester of junior year in college; bubbling with excitement
A screw, a defective one, that’s what I am. Pay attention! I’m not a nail. Nails are flat head with no character I say. They
The glass doors of the animal hospital close behind me, and I’m conscious of having left one of the best segments of my life behind.
The entire week I worried about the tasks I planned to do on my day off, Friday. Chores I’d postponed for months. The gutter was
The moment I heard the phone ring I picked it up — something I don’t usually do. I always examine caller ID to see if
He is here to visit his son, as he is every month. Sitting alone in the empty room gazing through his thick glasses at the
