Language is the result, not the work. Here's a closer look at what happens in between.
Jofreh[1] was dying under Golpar’s screams. The autumn wind came sweeping from the sea, whirling among the palm trees and taking along dust, litter, and crumpled papers. It was past midnight. Maryam was tossing and turning in her bed. “Mother, shut the door.” “All the doors are shut. Go to sleep.” “Is he beating her, …
I tried to review all my information about love. Unfortunately, it was rather limited. Although I was over 13 years of age, I had never seen anyone in love in my entire life. Romantic books and biographies of lovers were seldom published at that time. Still, they wouldn’t allow us to read all kinds of …
