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One Thousand Demons
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 …
The Shop of Bottled Dreams
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
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 …
The Rosewater Vials
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Lila had always been enchanted by the delicate art of perfume making, learning from her master in the small, fragrant shop tucked away in the heart of the old bazaar. …
The Song of the Simorgh
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When Kian inherited the tar, it came wrapped in a weathered velvet cloth, its strings worn and its wood gently polished by years of use. His grandfather, a reclusive musician …