Arts and Literature
For The Life Of A Butterfly
Have you ever been in a “no-win-situation?” I mean a moment, a phase in your life, a moment of a lifespan, a situation when you
December 29, 2005
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Have you ever been in a “no-win-situation?” I mean a moment, a phase in your life, a moment of a lifespan, a situation when you
She peered out the window. Everything was so different than where she grew up. The street below was overrun with the crowd — mostly young
The sound of the heart-monitoring machine, all of a sudden, began to resemble the sound of a wandering happy bee in a garden of flowers.
Act One: At a crowded Outdoor café in Soho. Rumi is sitting by himself until a couple enter and ask if they can join his
A Game of Backgammon: Or Clash of Cultures Based on true events A few nights ago, I was in the mood for playing a relaxing
The small caravan, traveling across the dry and arid desert, consisted of eight people-seven of whom were desperate people who, at the moment, were living
I was born in Ahvaz, a city in southern Iran. My family lived there until I reached 9 years old. Those days we mocked anyone
Upon receiving the devastating news from the doctor, it was as their hearts fell into their stomachs. It hit them like a ton of weight.
The school bell had rung, announcing that the school was formally in session. Students were pouring into their classrooms. In the third-grade class, boys were
The year was 2031. The uncontrollable population explosion had reached beyond the city limits of Tehran. Finding housing for a population that had reached nearly
It was a cold day in autumn. Javad had woken up early in the morning, as he always did, and after performing his early day
Malihe was different. From conception, she acted differently and unusual in the womb. As a fetus, she was agile and active. When her mother was
In a big farm house cozily nestled near a crystal blue lake, Blue Boy lived with his parents, his little sister Rachel, his China sea turtle,
I knew I shouldn’t have gone out that day. I was not so naïve not to know what could happen. It was a presidential visit
Friday afternoon, November 5th, 2003. I was late getting to TARANEH’s rehearsal, and began shooting the moment I stepped inside the room and saw TARANEH
Ramin walked into his apartment, tired, exasperated and beat. It was a little past eleven o’clock at night. The atmosphere of silence and loneliness reigning
Act One A Court in a European capital, presided by a judge listening attentively to the prosecutor reading the charges against the defendant, Karim Fawaz.
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
She ran out of the cabin, breathless, unmoved by the transparency of her linen nightgown and the bareness of her feet. She rushed through the
They say there’s no place like home. I disagree. This “other world”, this “earth” was bloody great, and I do mean bloody. Lots of willing
It was a busy day and I was exhausted when I got home from work. As usual, I threw myself on the sofa and turned
