

My Henna-Colored Coat By Rasoul Parvizi
In year thirty, the snow did swell, To column’s height, as elders tell. With flakes that fell both day and night, The sight became a sheer delight, A tale of


In year thirty, the snow did swell, To column’s height, as elders tell. With flakes that fell both day and night, The sight became a sheer delight, A tale of


Four hours before sunset, Pas Qaleh appeared abandoned in the mountains. There were glasses of yogurt drink and syrup and colorful glasses on a table in front of a picturesque


What could I do? My husband was unwilling to take care of the child with me. The child, from my previous marriage, was not his, and my ex-husband had refused


As the morning sun shone, Mashdi Hassan’s wife emerged in distress. Islam was by the pool, readying his cart for a trip to Khatoon Abad with the village chief for


Abolfath Khan, a friend of ours, bought a house for eighty-five thousand tomans. While this amount may seem trivial today, his friends and family considered it significant enough to warrant


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