He says we had no solid plan for Khuzestan. He states that “environmentalists have repeatedly warned about the future of Khuzestan,” and adds, “the problem is that we gave the Great Marsh to the Ministry of Oil and they came and dried a part of it. Why did they dry it? To come and find […]...

Minireh Arabshahi is a civil activist and one of the opponents of mandatory hijab in Iran. She was previously a radio health program host for two years and also worked as a radio playwright during that time. This civil activist has also been active as a reporter in social programs focusing on child labor. Prior […]...

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, […]...

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 […]...

Death, this bitter tale with a tightly bound rope around the teeth. Open mouths to swallow humans. Three men separately. به آغوش مادر انسان رنج خورده در گلو Thirsty for the embrace of a suffering human mother, thirsty for the embrace of a suffering human mother in the throat. To meet the father of the […]...

نگران نباشید “Anchor her, anchor her, anchor her! I am with you, you who should not worry.” و اندیشه From the graves, from the stones that are the remnants of history, from the prevalence of love and thought. Among the remaining words of Azar-e-Siah, from the smile of the poet. تمایلاتش “In the last line […]...

Where is the world taking me that I can’t speak my words and… Fear has gripped my throat. Where is the world taking me? I cannot read, my dear world, my dear world. My eyes. و به تو فکر می‌کنم I close my eyes and think of you. خیال من‌اند And I go to the […]...

They want me to tell enchanting poems, but they don’t know that the one who In the pain of a broken bone, the tongue that opens the bud. آن بگویم It dries on the branch. They want me to speak of it in my poems. I will tell you about the train and the lost […]...

A wild, forest river dancing in the wind, in a painful waterfall, in the mountains; What are you watching! It’s a childish game of death! Come back, for giving one’s life is not something that humans can easily watch. ه This waterfall and river with the sound of motherly voice. بلند The children have become […]...

If you were alive, you would see that Shalamcheh has been left in your place and the revolution has come. Give people water and bow their heads on Azadi street. I wish you were alive, on Fridays we used to take our mother to the mountains and smell the scent. The cemetery does not give, […]...

ببینیم Which alley should we pass through to see the green of spring? Let’s see that the red blood of happiness does not remain on the pedestrian path! It means that ان As year after year passes, the news of the arrival of a new year comes to you. پیدا کنیم It shouldn’t be a […]...

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