Short Story: Meeting with Don Quixote in Tehran, written by Reza Salehiniya.

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Painting: “Dance” by Masoumeh Mostafazadeh.

من یک دانشجوی رشته مهندسی کامپیوتر هستم

I am a computer engineering student.

Poem: “The Time of Loneliness” by Nima Safar Safalai.

The ringtone of my phone is “Baharan Khajeste Baad” (Spring is Joyful). It was Karamatollah Daneshian’s song. Every time someone called, they would say, “Did you become a member, Nima?” Now come and explain the song of the Fedayi’s shirt. I was on the street, on the pavement, I’ll explain more. The street, suddenly, hits a staircase. From me to the next one. Who is the next one? We were all from the same place, Abbas Habibi from Badrabad with his earache, me with my asthma, no one has a third. And the third doesn’t have a handkerchief to wipe his nose, still and still and still, he keeps rubbing, but it doesn’t open. It’s a contagious disease, for example, if I want to hit it, it rejects me because of the closeness. But I hit it, but it’s