For the writing Love Series:
One hot summer day, to be precise, one Friday the thirteenth of August, at about a quarter to three in the afternoon, I fell in love...
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For "Iran, a hope" collection: One day, I woke up and the world had changed
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همه میدانند که زمین می چرخد
که هوا بی رنگ است
که ستاره به سحر شک دارد
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A page from my old diaries of war...written while hiding in the closet of my room during the blackouts. It was originally written as prose, but it became a poem while writing it in Behnevis!
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Today is Friday the 13
th. Tomorrow the Valentine. I keep sneezing. My throat, my eyes, my face itches. How am I going to look when I get there?
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"I write because I believe in the immortality of libraries....I write because I want to be happy!" (Orhan Pamuk)
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This scene is part of a longer story.
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Since the Valntine's Day is supposed to be about love, so I wrote it for my son:
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I am embarrassed to say but if Ali wasn’t my friend’s nephew, I wouldn’t have even read SCE blogs
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To be honest with you, I have to confess that I thought twice before adding the thanks to Ayatollah Shahrudi.
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Today is Saturday and it is a day of celebration! Ayaotallah Shahrudi halted the execution. Today Ali Mahin Torabi is alive
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I was moved beyond imagination, after reading what the Iranians, still living in Iran, have expressed about Ali's ordeal.
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My childhood house, like a castle, belonged to the domain of dreams.
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My long comment to the blog of
SCE: Guilty of sex while being raped. It is about
Soghra Najafpour's story.
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