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The Inheritance
hamed hamed Jan 14, 2025

At forty-five, Lisa's inheritance arrived in three forms: her mother's arthritis, curved spine, and empty savings account. She recognized them all – they'd been coming for years, wrapped in double …

Numerous Spirits Circulated Through The Earth
khayam khayam Jan 31, 2024

این کوزه چو من عاشق زاری بوده است در بند سر زلف نگاری بوده است این دسته که بر گردن او می بینی دستی است که بر گردن یاری بوده …

The Song of the Sea
hamed hamed Jan 22, 2025

Tama stood at the edge of the beach, the cool morning breeze tugging at his hoodie. The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythm steady and ancient, like the heartbeat …

The Last Child
dehongi dehongi Jan 31, 2024

The Last Child She was the last child born on Earth. Her parents named her Hope, but they knew it was a futile gesture. The world was overrun by the …

The Last Search
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

It was a quiet Tuesday morning, the kind of day where nothing much happened, but the world was always on the brink of something. The sky was clear, the birds …

The Gharial's Tears
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The river, ancient and winding, carried its story through the heart of India, flowing steadily beneath the sky where the stars whispered secrets to the moon. In its depths, hidden …

When the Last Pari Died
hamed hamed Jan 20, 2025

She had lived for a thousand years, dancing through Persian gardens and weaving moonlight into dreams. They called her Mahtab – the last of the pari, keeper of ancient magic, …

The Last Argument
hamed hamed Jan 12, 2025

The fire was a distant glow on the ridgeline when the argument began, its orange hue flickering through the windows of the Harper family’s living room. “We’re not leaving,” said …

(still not there.)
ziamaiko ziamaiko Dec 26, 2023

مسئله‌ای که زیاد ذهنم را مشغول می‌کرد این بود که چرا هیچ‌کس اهمیت نمی‌دهد. برای هیچ‌کس مهم نبود ما مانند زندانی‌ها در این مکان زندگی می‌کنیم؟ از دنیای بیرون، تنها …

The Line in the Sand
hamed hamed Jan 14, 2025

Leila sat at her father’s kitchen table, the faint smell of tobacco clinging to the curtains. The radio hummed with angry voices, a populist politician railing against “elitist climate agendas.” …