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Tehran, Iran

Tehran, Iran

« It is this sense of impermenence about a place, expected one day to be swallowed up whole and disappear, that drives the inhabitants of Tehran, my Tehran, to-as we say in Persian-press hard on the gas petal. »  —Salar Abdor, Tehran Noir

Female Bat

In this story a murder is committed. Not that you think it is an account of a murder. No, right in this story, between these very lines which are to come, a murder is committed.
Be prepared...

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TRANSLATION

I write in a country where, only two decades ago, around 80 writers were murdered one after another and their mutilated bodies found in the suburbs. A few years later, the case was reopened and the...

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I sat on a big rock. We were hiking for about an hour.

“My feet ache, I won’t walk another step.” My sister was only one year younger than me and she always climbed father’s shoulders, instead of walking....

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Tehran Street Child
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They took Somayeh last night; lifeless and heavy above the hands of male strangers. Is there any difference between your death and the death of your twin sister? For 63 years, you have opened your eyes on each other...

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Hamedan Cobbler
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Tehran at Night
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