Kanizu By Moniroo Ravanipour
Kanizu was dead. When Maryam left school and reached the street, she saw men in front of the “Tavakkoli” liquor store, uproariously laughing as they dragged a woman whose foot had slipped into a roadside ditch. The liquor store, situated a few hundred meters from Maryam’s school, was a site of daily discord. As the […]