STORY
The world of humans can not sustain such perfection
The desert Jinn were a nuisance. The big one I had just shooed was sulkily lumbering away over the horizon into the sun. Now a tiny inquisitive one scurried up the rocks to watch me tune my
zehtar. Like a dog begging at the table, it waited attentively eager to gulp any discarded scraps of tone. Soon I felt two others sneak up to join it. Their polite stealth made no difference. Visible or not, their nosey presence distracted me from my daily practice
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POETRY
می دیدم
چشمه سار، اقاقیای سرمست
کوچه های همهمه، شفاف، قرمز
بر روی پرهای بی شِکِوه
شُکوه شاخک ها
و تصویر زنی
بر برکه – آغشته به حس
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Mahsati Ganjavi was an Iranian poetess of 12th century
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