“Mashdi Morad/Short Story/Kiumars Amiri”

Our village is one of those ancient villages where our fathers, grandfathers, mothers, and grandmothers lived and a generation after another left and went away. Our village used to be very prosperous. We had a large garden with all kinds of fruit trees. Although the owner of the garden was the lord of the village, […]...

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Unprecedented drought in Iran; the beginning of a huge and unresolved crisis in the country / Keyumars Amiri

The old farmer stands on the hill overlooking his wheat field, with a hunched posture and clenched fists. He gazes at the plain with sorrow and amazement. As he looks, his eyes fall upon the fields of wheat and barley, now turned yellow and drying up due to lack of rain in the spring season. […]...

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