The East of the Violet By Shahriar Mandanipour
Now that the veil has been lifted from the secrets hidden in the sentences you have read, now that every point of these words is before you, may the sweetness
Now that the veil has been lifted from the secrets hidden in the sentences you have read, now that every point of these words is before you, may the sweetness
The event is so vivid that it penetrates the shadows of my memory and shines bright as daylight. It feels like it happened just hours ago and is still at
Nowhere else in the world is everyone so indiscriminately lumped together as in Iran. After five years of nomadic life and emotional turmoil, I had not yet caught a glimpse
There is an invisible force, like an invisible hand, which I cannot see but can feel and sense. It moves me and guides my actions. “ Look alive! Tilt your
I found myself dreaming that my mother was dreaming about me. In her dream, I was vividly acting out the scenarios she envisioned. It defied all logic, yet does everything
Abji Khanum was Mahrokh’s elder sister, but anyone who did not know their background would hardly believe that they were sisters. Abji Khanum was tall, slim and had a wheat-colored
As we rounded the bend, a woman on a bicycle rode past us. I always remember her riding past, leaning slightly forward, dressed in a short-sleeved white blouse. She was
The moment I sauntered in, cigarette in hand, I was more standoffish than a cat at a dog show. Lost in my own thoughts, I stood like a statue. After
A relentless rain poured down from the sky, and the winds were so violent that they seemed to shake the earth to its foundations. Old trees lay in a melancholy