Short Story: “Dance of Flames” written by Soroonaaz Sistani. It was raining so hard that it seemed like someone had drawn a knife across the biggest cloud in the sky. My mother sat in the middle of the room and put my brother next to the heater to open his shirt. I was sitting in […]...

Short Story: The Suitcase Written by Soronaz Sistani. سلام، من یک دانشجوی رشته مهندسی هستم Hello, I am a student majoring in engineering. Painting: Portraits of “Noble Aunt” by Reza Moradi. Poem: The Mammal Panda by Habib Musavi Bibalani. The panda is a mammal That writing about its mammalian nature Probably won’t be censored But […]...

Short Story: Parade written by Ahmad Panahi Pour. Seven people, each with a harness in hand, are jumping out of the doors of crowded houses. With their hands and feet connected, and wearing wrist and ankle restraints! The rings of each wrist and ankle restraint are connected with 17-centimeter chains. The end of each left […]...

Short Story: The Commerce Bank, written by Avat Pouri. Dedicated to the eight citizens who were killed in 1359 (1980) by the shots of government snipers in front of the old police station in the city of Sanandaj, located on Sefri Street, and were buried in an empty land nearby. Later, a bank was built […]...

آزادی “From the hanging roofs of prisons, the machine of human oppression screams for unfinished freedom.” آتش The streets were blood in the throat of my history, a flame reaching towards fire. I see nothing but pain in my gasoline, a butterfly is stuck in my sad heart. He looked at the people with his […]...

Short Story: The Series of Stories Written by Sam Aghabi. I saw him in a cafe. It was the first and last time we were supposed to see each other. These kinds of things are not a joke. They are related to the security issues of the country. That’s why we had to be careful, […]...

Short Story: Escape from the Gathering, written by Hamid Karimifar. Mr. Basharat had arrived with a saddle, a green orc, and a pair of Kauchu glasses. Before anything else, he gave himself the right to be the first to bring out the food, to be the first to eat, to warm his head a little, […]...

My friend, this is a sniper method. It is a method for single shooters to shoot accurately. They are targeting the first goal that they are zooming in on. The pressure they exert on the needle is not a bow. بگیرد “That whoever hits more towards the competition, will receive a bigger medal.” He takes […]...

آینه ها می کشانی Why do you drag my anger into a room full of mirrors like this? Are the boring moments hanging on the walls? In hope, they have torn open their chests like a bird. ‌توانیم “That perhaps flying was not such a scary thing, we can all do it.” زندگی ما We […]...

ی از آرامش Your standing feet, deep in indifference, and the corners of your lips, pieces of tranquility. از خون شدن How much blood is left from this winter, that this crowd has become bloodthirsty. خاطرات Do the broken-hearted dream of spring? And what is left of us, except memories? می‌آیند “Hand in hand, are […]...

The woman who gave birth to twelve children survived and endured. از آنها رنج می‌برد Life, which has been blessed with a good inheritance; suffers from many illnesses. که او را دوست دارد They love him unconditionally, and occasionally take him to the hospital. The woman who loves him. را در امان می‌داند That hides […]...

کن “Make peace with Ismail and the bitter sugar canes of southern Ismail Batum.” می کند They don’t realize when the meat takes its own shape. The wind whispers in the ears of the abandoned nest. Blind madness of the ages with repeated hands in grasping. They will hit the air fiercely as they cut […]...