blog – My Name Means Fire

Pishi

This summer, I had a conversation with a friend about my writing. “Why do you give away your stories for free on your blog?” she

I didn’t expect that meeting Meha was going to keep me up at night, but it did. In my dreams, those days, I was always

I’m really good at ping pong. Or at least, I used to be. Lately, a lot of people have been beating me, again and again.

Marco was waiting for me outside Jivamukti Yoga Studios, leaning against a white Ferrari. He held the door for me and I got in. “Okay,

It wasn’t easy to find the right Ali Mohamedian on Facebook. That name is about as common in Persian as “John Smith” is in English.

I lived in a tent for a month. Not a refugee tent, though I am an immigrant from a war-torn country. But no, this was

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