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Carved in Stone

Under the ancient walnut tree in their courtyard, Pari sat cross-legged on the woven rug, her fingers busy shelling pistachios. The autumn breeze tugged at her silk scarf, now faded …
The Days of Spring Has Come

The days of spring have come, the garden is in bloom The nightingale sings on every branch, the breeze is in tune The roses are laughing, the jasmine is fragrant …
Tongue of the Earth

The policeman’s hand hovered near his holster. “I said, step back.” Jahan stood his ground, his breath ragged but steady. The midday sun bore down on the cracked pavement between …
The Ping

Maya sat on the couch, the soft hum of the evening settling around her as she picked up her phone. Her two-year-old son, Liam, was in his room, his giggles …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 6: Love Lost and Found

The old man could feel the cool evening breeze brushing against his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting …
Still coming to your wedding, though

The man leaned against the chipped edge of the breakroom table, glancing at the clock. Lunch break was ticking by, and his childhood best friend was late—same old Jake, always …
Crossing Borders

The air smelled of wet earth and desperation. Layla adjusted the straps of her backpack, her fingers numb in the icy night. Ahead, the faint glow of a distant village …
The Shop of Bottled Dreams

Raha had wandered through the labyrinthine lanes of the Tehran Grand Bazaar countless times, her feet brushing against the worn stones, her eyes absorbing the colors, sounds, and smells of …
Threads of Fate

The jacket was perfect: 70s leather, caramel-brown, with just the right amount of wear. Clara spotted it first on a tiny thrift store's Instagram page, its post tagged “DM to …
happiness.

از آن ابتدا، مشخص بود که او بینهایت باهوش است. در واقع از همان سنین پایین همه میدانستند که او نابغه است. اما هرگز توجهای کافی نگرفت تا از آن …