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The Book Beneath the Pomegranate Tree
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Lila had always loved the smell of old books. It was a scent she grew up with, the ink, the leather, and the parchment, all blending into something magical. Her …
The Feast of the Div
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Amir’s bike hummed against the late-night air, the city’s lights flickering like fireflies as he navigated through the quiet streets. His shift as a food delivery worker had started hours …
The Garden at Dusk
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Every evening, as the sun began to dip behind Tehran’s skyline, Layla sat by the window of her small florist shop, watching the world bustle outside. The city was noisy, …
The Carpet of Whispers
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Lila had always admired the faded beauty of her grandmother’s antique carpet, a sprawling Persian masterpiece that covered the floor of the living room like a forgotten treasure. She had …
The Algorithm of the Soul
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Leila sat at her desk in the quiet hum of the data center, eyes flickering between lines of code and the endless stream of numbers on her screen. As a …
The Music of Potential
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Ramin sat cross-legged on the corner of the crowded Tehran street, his fingers brushing gently over the strings of his grandfather’s old tar. The sun was setting, casting a warm …
The Silent Elevator
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
The lights flickered and then died, plunging the elevator into darkness. A sudden, collective intake of breath echoed in the small space. The hum of the machinery, once a soft …
Entangled
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Dr. Kian Vaziri stood before the quantum field generator, his fingers trembling as they hovered above the controls. The lab hummed with the low vibration of machinery, a comforting reminder …
The Mirror of Seven Valleys
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Elias had seen many strange things in his years as an antique dealer, but nothing had prepared him for the discovery of the mirror. It was a heavy thing, framed …
The Poet and the Dervish
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Nina sat at the edge of the park, her notebook open but empty. The fountain before her splashed lazily, the early morning mist curling around the stone like a whisper. …