دو روز است سخت باران می‌بارد. نیم ساعت از نیمه شب گذشته، و من، تنها، در تخت دونفره‌ام خوابیده‌ام. از بچه‌گی همیشه فکر کرده‌ام که ریتم یکنواخت و تند باران بیشتر به

بر روی نیمکت چوبی و ناراحتی نشسته‌ام. در تلاشم تا از شوریدگی ناشی از ترافیک طولانی، و تأخیر یک ساعت و نیمه درآیم و خودم را برای شبی لذت بخش آماده کنم. ماه‌ها

During the boring Orange County years, I was looking for anything to add a little excitement to my life. One of the things I did there for few months was taking flying lessons.

A few years ago, I went to a documentary film festival. The festival’s promotional clip was a two minute short film about a guy talking about his dog, about the first time he saw her,

There is an old custom in our culture called “khooneh-takooni”, or “house-shaking”. Before Nowrooz, the Iranian new year, we have to clean every little thing in our house. I remember asking my grandmother

My computer is sitting on my coffee table. I just have two dim lights in my small apartment, and the monitor looks much brighter in this dark room. I got home about half

I don’t exactly remember the first time I talked to God, but I remember exactly the first time he talked to me. I was about 4 years old, lying down on the floor watching

Like many young teenage boys, I took Karate class for a while. At the beginning of each session, our instructor would say: “You boys are here to learn Karate, but not to beat up

The first time I read the book “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” I was surprised by translator’s decision about changing the Persian title to “The Weight of Being”. I think “The Unbearable Lightness” is

امشب، هنگام قدم زدن شبانه، به بالای سر نگریستم.

ماه هم نبود.

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San Francisco