The Minibus: A Turn of FateIn memory of Azim Rezaee and Siavash SalehiBy: Cyrus Mahan In a remote corner of the country's sultry south, where the sun blazed down mercilessly, lay a prison shrouded in desolation. Here, within its grim and towering walls, the inmates were occasionally afforded a brief respite: a chance to step... به خواندن ادامه دهید →
The Eucalyptus Leaves
By: Cyrus Mahan Rain began its relentless descent at noon, a deluge as if the very belly of the sky had shattered, spilling its contents in an unceasing torrent. The streets, already riddled with potholes, transformed into miniature lakes, their surfaces disturbed only by the incessant drumming of raindrops. It was one of those days... به خواندن ادامه دهید →
Cost of War
By: Cyrus Mahan Wars begin with the clamor of weapons and the rallying cries of leaders, enveloping nations in a tumultuous storm of conflict. They end just as abruptly, leaving a haunting silence in their wake. This cycle of violence, as ancient as humanity itself, perpetuates a rhythm of chaos and calm. Amidst these cycles,... به خواندن ادامه دهید →
The Dog
By: Cyrus Mahsn In a village forgotten by time, cradled in the arms of a dense forest, a golden dog named Lira, with a band of white gracing her neck, found solace in a small cave beside a roaring river. Lira, once the village's beloved stray, had just given birth to five puppies, their innocent... به خواندن ادامه دهید →
The Midwife
By: Cyrus Mahan In a village shrouded in mist and secrets, there lived an old midwife named Elara. Her cottage, cloaked in creeping ivy, stood at the edge of the village, where the dense forest began its ominous sprawl. Villagers whispered about her uncanny ability to soothe the most difficult births with her ancient chants... به خواندن ادامه دهید →
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