I am searching
I am searching, through the crowded streets. Someone is waiting for me. Someone who speaks my language. Someone whom I don’t have to explain where I have been before now. Before I got lost...
I am searching, through the crowded streets. Someone is waiting for me. Someone who speaks my language. Someone whom I don’t have to explain where I have been before now. Before I got lost...
in this grey, chilly day, I went past the street which was once shared by me and you, and the children of course. Those lovely souls, who are children no more. The hum of...
Arts in Dark Times: Endangered in Afghanistan Kabul wall mural: ArtLords Saturday 13th November 2021 from 2 to 5.30 pmKhalili Lecture Theatre, SOAS University of LondonThornhaugh Street, Russell Square, London WC1H 0XG (tube: Russell Square) with Dr James Caron (academic), Reza...
We, independent Iranian women’s organizations declare our solidarity with women of Afghanistan in their struggle against Taliban’s resurgence and their taking control of Afghanistan. We deeply share the pain and suffering that is imposed...
At the start of the Iranian revolution in 1979 the clergy who were about to hold on to power targeted women and the restrictions on women in every aspect of life began to show...
Take root. site inside my heart. A heart which was once beating with thunderous joy at the sight of you. Now, a strand of a grey hair here, wrinkles under the eyes there. The...
A Brief History of Aviation and commercial airlines in Iran Written by Rouhi Shafii Table of contents The early years of aviation in Iran Arrival of first aircraft Arrival of the first commercial aircraft...
Don’t know when did we become strangers? or why or how? All that is registered in my clouded memory is the smile whithered, the door shut, and the memory of closeness faded into the...
These days all attention was diverted to Afghanistan as the US and other western countries pulled out of the country, leaving it to the Taleban, an ultra extremist Islamic group that won over the...
my friend, mehri jafari Come back from the cold. The finality is not the final. I remember you, when you envelop your hands around my face to see the reflection of your smile In...