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This House Never Is Quiet
Zahra Oveisi
I am afraid. Not of things, not of people — of everything. Not the kind of fear that comes suddenly and passes, but a fear that has settled into my bones, grown roots there, and…
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The Firecrackers
Nersi Morazfar
My name is Nima. I am a boy. My mom told me that. She knows these things.I was five. Then there was cake. Now Mom says I am six. Five is gone.
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The Last Kingdom
Marat Myrzakhmetov
Great empires rarely perish from catastrophic convulsions. More often than not, they simply fragment into individual rooms, corridors, and sanitary zones.
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When the Black Swan Drowned.
Ahmed Sami
BLACK SCREENThe words slowly appear on screen:"What, conceivably, is the worst story your mind can weave when the melodies of Tchaikovsky's…
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What “Never Again” Left Out
Raghoodi Azab
Tap, tap, tap. My pencil whispered, scribbling annotations onto the paper. Then, my eyes flickered to the title: "The Perils of Indifference." This White House address, delivered…
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Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia Papitz
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.