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Seven Trials
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The crowd roared as Arya stepped into the arena, her pulse pounding with the beat of a distant drum. The banners of the competition fluttered in the desert wind, each …

The White Div's Daughter
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The cavern shimmered with frost, each crystal a fragile web of light. Shirin sat at the mouth of the cave, her pale hair spilling like moonlight down her back, her …

The Forgotten Gate
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Dr. Parisa Shirazi stood in the biting wind, staring at the jagged ruin jutting out of the barren mountainside. The gray stones, weathered by centuries, bore intricate carvings—a language she …

One Thousand Demons
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

In the dusty glow of the weaving room, Mina ran her fingers over the half-finished carpet. The air smelled of wool and dye, a familiar comfort in her family’s workshop. …

The Water of Life
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The late shift at the hospice always brought quiet moments laced with a strange intensity, like waiting for something unseen to arrive. For Leila, it was the time she felt …

The Simorgh’s Feather
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Arya sat in his cramped studio apartment, staring at the blank canvas that mocked him from across the room. A half-empty cup of cold tea sat beside crumpled sketches and …

The Nightingale’s Last Song
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The old woman sat in her weathered armchair, its floral fabric faded by decades of sunlight streaming through the window. Her name was Shirin, but to her granddaughter Laleh, she …

The Bowl of Fate
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Eli had always been an unremarkable baker. His small shop in the heart of the city was known for its simple, warm loaves of bread, baked daily with care and …

The Night of Yalda
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

The air was thick with the warmth of spices, the crackling of the fireplace, and the soft glow of candles as the family gathered around the old Persian carpet in …

The Moonlit Script
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Arash had spent years perfecting his craft. As a calligraphy artist in Tehran, he was well-known for his mastery of the ancient scripts, but something had always eluded him. No …