Arts and Literature Eulogy For The Man Who Was My Father There was once a guy who ran away from home to join the army. He had been 17 and disoriented, thin and short, not quite Read More » April 30, 2014 No Comments
The tale of two cousins Act I R. was born in Khuzestaan, and then moved to Karaj when she was twelve. When she was in high-school, she took an IQ Read More » May 21, 2007 No Comments
How’s the weather? I do not know what it means to be a liberal; all I know is that nowadays it’s a curse to be one. Somehow worrying Read More » June 21, 2004 No Comments
The wrong way I am usually neither in the habit, nor in favor of, writing notes such as this expressing my views on news. But sometimes, one has Read More » May 25, 2004 No Comments