Date

LETTER

Freedom Pact

Imprisoned activist calls on students to side with the people

by Majid Tavakkoli
10-Oct-2010 (8 comments)
Our people have made a pact with our students and the university. They have signed a pact for freedom of expression to survive, for joy and happiness to enter each household, for violence to be denounced so decisively that it will never again find any opportunity for expression, for the chains binding opinion and thought to be broken forever… for liberty and democracy and human rights and prosperity to be implemented. Our people have a hard pact and you, the students, have a hard task in front of you. But I know that your determination will prevail and dictatorship, even if it once again channels all its power into violence, will be defeated>>>

EXPATS

خطر را اصلا احساس نمی کنیم

صدای طبلها گوش ِ جانهایمان راچنان پر کرده که منفذی برای شنیدن واقعیات باقی نگذاشته

by Shirin Tabibzadeh
10-Oct-2010 (4 comments)
سران امریکا بروش خود و سایر کشورهای غربی به تبعیت از امریکا سرانجام به احمدی نژاد فهماندند که این بار شوخی نمی کنند، اصلا اورا بحساب نمی آورند، با همۀادعا هایش بقول ِ خودش "عددی نیست" و دیگر مایل نیستند بازیجۀ این رژیم سراپا دروغ شوند. آقای ِ اباما سریعا در همین زمان زمام امور بین المللی را بدست خانم کلینتون که در ماههای اخیر آشتی ناپذیر بودنش را با رژیم تهران علنا در هر فرصتی که پیدا کرد بیان نمود و بسیار هم شدید، سپرد>>>

NOVEL

قرار سبز

زندان كارخونه‌ي آدم‌سازيه! جووني مثل من، گاو از يه درش ميره تو، چريك از در ديگه‌اش مياد بيرون

by Masih Alinejad
10-Oct-2010
همه زير كرسي مي‌خوابيدند. كرسي از ابتكارات ننجون بود. وقتي كارمندان شركت نفت هم به انقلابيون پيوستند و اعتصاب كردند و نفت و گاز و بنزين توزيع نمي‌شد، بابا راه ديگري براي گرم كردن خانه نداشت. برگشتيم به عصر قجر و كرسي ذغالي. ما مشكلي نداشتيم. عمودكتر هميشه از جاي نامعلومي نفت پيدا مي‌كرد. برايم اهميتي نداشت از كجا، اما آن‌قدر نبود كه خانه‌ي بابا را هم گرم كند. ‎ >>>

LOVE

The Insidest Thing

They stood there on a street corner, having met at a party last week

by siamak vossoughi
10-Oct-2010
They smiled at the secret that was too big to share - that maybe there didn't, maybe there didn't have to be a word that was said about a single thing outside of themselves, a single movie or a single book or even a single song, maybe they were enough already without a single thing that gave voice to their heart, maybe they were the voice to their heart. It was almost a way they weren't supposed to talk. Two people weren't supposed to start a romance without those outside things>>>

POETRY

What do you do?!
by Nasrin Sasanpour
10-Oct-2010 (one comment)
What do you do when the tally of sunshine
is burning your skin with the heat of the moment;
piercing through your most inner parts?!
What do you do when the shadow of death>>>

POETRY

هنوز ها
by nilofar-shidmehr
10-Oct-2010 (6 comments)
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