The plane ride from Vienna to Bucharest was a quick one. There were few people on board, and Mr. Tabrizian read the business section of
Tag: literary
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
Love Letters
I had very little freedom as a teen. In those days, my stepfather kept a close eye on me. He used to drop me off
The Hustler
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.
I Ran From Iran
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.
