The Vortex (Gerdab) By Sadeq Hedayat
Homayoun muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper, “Can it really be? Is it conceivable? So young, she lies there in Shah Abdol Azim among thousands of other departed souls, nestled in the damp, cold earth… The shroud that envelops her. Never again will she experience the beginning of spring or the end of […]
The Darkroom By Sadeq Hedayat
During our moonlit journey through Khonsar, we were joined by a man wrapped in his dark raincoat with his wide-brimmed hat pulled down over his forehead, apparently to shield himself from the outside world and avoid conversation with his fellow travelers. He had a parcel tucked under his arm and carried it with him throughout […]
Lucifer: A Short Story by Reza Joulaee [English Translation]
The firmament glowed with an ominous hue, an ethereal crimson that cast an eerie pallor upon the desolate landscape. Gusts of wind, laden with particles of earth, swirled with an almost mournful grace, rustling the parched branches of the trees. Sensing the impending tempest, the man hastened to secure his surroundings, his hands deftly manipulating […]
Abbas Maroufi : A Moonlit Night [A Short Story]
About the Author Born in 1957 in Tehran, Abbas Maroufi was raised and educated in Tehran. He studied dramatic arts at Tehran University while teaching at schools and writing for the newspapers. He served as the editor in chief of the literary Gardun magazine from 1990 to 1995. His first published work was a collection […]
Bozorg Alavi: The Portmanteau (Chamedan)
Bozorg Alavi was a leftist writer and one of the most noted Iranian novelists of the 20th century, whose works were banned in Iran from 1953 to 1979. Alavi is known for his novel Her Eyes and collected stories The Portmanteau (Chamedan). Biography of Bozorg Alavi Born in Tehran on February 2, 1904, Bozorg Alavi […]
Sadeq Chubak: Flowers of Flesh [Golhay-e Gushti in English Translation]
Murad stood in the middle of the busy street and slipped off his coat like a snake sheds its skin. Without giving it a second thought, he sold it to the nearest laundry mangle and felt a sense of relief rise up inside him. It was as if he had got rid of a bunch […]
Sadeq Hedayat: The Stray Dog [Sag-e Velgard]
A bakery, a butcher’s shop, a grocery store, a barber’s shop and two teahouses, all of which served to satisfy basic human needs, made up Varamin Square. The square and its inhabitants were half-baked and half-grilled in the heat of the tyrannical sun, passionately longing for the first breeze of the evening and the shadows […]