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Salt Flowers
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Jin-ah stood alone on the beach as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange. Her hands, weathered by years of toil, moved …
The Last Lotus
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Niloofar stood in the doorway of her family’s antique shop, gazing at the delicate relics that had been passed down through generations. Each item had a story, each crack and …
Paper Boats at Dawn
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The river was still, bathed in the pale light of dawn, its surface shimmering like a sheet of glass. Lan stood at the water’s edge, her fingers trembling as she …
The Silk Painter
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Lian’s hands trembled as she dipped the brush into the ink. The delicate fibers of the silk stretched under her fingertips, responding to her touch like a living thing. She …
The Roc’s Egg
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Dr. Amir Rahimi had seen many things in his years of studying climate change, but nothing had prepared him for the discovery that lay beneath the shifting sands of the …
Kay Khosrow's Mirror
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The antique shop sat on a forgotten corner of Tehran, sandwiched between a shuttered bakery and a mechanic’s garage. Its owner, Arman, liked it that way. He preferred customers who …
The Last Pari
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The narrow alley off Tehran’s bustling Valiasr Street smelled of roasting chestnuts and damp stone. Beneath a flickering neon sign, an elderly woman sat cross-legged by her modest cart. She …
Seven Trials
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
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
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 …