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by roia
13-Mar-2010 (3 comments)
This piece was written in response to a call for pieces on the subject of freedom of expression by Nazy Kaviani>>>
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by roia
18-Jul-2009 (4 comments)
Poffak Namakee was a childhood favorite.>>>
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by roia
07-Jun-2009 (7 comments)
In the still dark of early dawn the black lamb was made ready.  The craw of a crow sounded in the cold early light.  Tied and bound, the lamb laid on its side awaiting the hired man with his knife...>>>
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by roia
02-Jun-2009 (4 comments)
Even school days became routine, and I grew to depend on my sister’s warmth on the bench next to me less and less as the days grew shorter and colder and the cobblestones were more often wet with rain>>>
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by roia
28-May-2009 (2 comments)
My father arrived in Tehran on a cold winter night in January. Lygeia and I sat huddled in the dark car with aunty for what seemed like hours as we waited for him to emerge from the glass doors of the airport>>>
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by roia
25-May-2009 (5 comments)
Tadjrish, Iran, Winter 1970. Chapter 4 in persianchyld memoir series, chronicling my experience as a 3 year-old in Iranian public school. Read past chapters at www.persianchyld.blogspot.com >>>
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by roia
21-May-2009 (6 comments)
An earlier chapter in the memoir series, persianchyld.blogspot.com. If you like what you read here, please consider subscribing to my blog. I hope you enjoy it. >>>
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by roia
20-May-2009 (7 comments)
At the age of three, my American father, Iranian mother and half-sister sold our house and we moved to Iran to live with my grandparents. My memories begin with the experiences I had in their home and on the streets of Tadjrish. >>>