Three Drops of Blood [Se Qatreh Khun] By Sadeq Hedayat

Buried Alive [Zendeh Be Goor] By Sadeq Hedayat

Only yesterday they granted me solitude in my chamber. Could it be that, as the warden promised, I am now completely cured and will be released to freedom next week? Did I feel unwell? A year has passed, and during that time my pleas for pen and paper have gone unanswered, no matter how much […]