A place to write, to be seen, to be read where the pen, loud and restless, dipped itself in sorrow and called it ink.
1 Nov 2025 8 minute read 0 comments Arvin Abadi
The Captive Lasso I think you should have a positive outlook on life. Not like Sami does.You know? Maybe Sami sees the world in a dark way because of his problems. I want to help him get rid of this negative outlook. But on the other hand, I underst...
31 Oct 2025 13 minute read 0 comments Arvin Abadi
Escape from the OriginFinally, my grandfather's grandchildren did their thing. They made me homeless.Whatever comes, will eventually go. The only place I had and could stay was my grandfather's house. His grandchildren took this house from me. In the...
31 Oct 2025 18 minute read 0 comments Arvin Abadi
Today I am going to meet him at the wooden cafe.The same table that we have so many memories of, by the window. The cafe waiter always reserves that table for us.My God! What a nice and sweet feeling it is to sit across from Lamand and drink the bitt...
28 Oct 2025 17 minute read 0 comments Arvin Abadi
Everything began in my confusion and ambiguity; days that have become repetitive.Another morning began; just like the taste of unbrewed morning tea or the taste of spoiled milk poured into a glass and its sour taste lingers in the mouth, the taste...
28 Oct 2025 4 minute read 0 comments Arvin Abadi
Under the summer rain, I lay, a weary and nameless creature, on the roof of an old house. For centuries I had been trapped in a vicious cycle, from birth to death and back again. On these sloping roofs I had watched my silent dreams, but today, it wa...
27 Oct 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Arvin Abadi
Based on the True Story of the Red-Clad Woman of Ferdowsi Square Sender: Maziar Recipient: Yaqut, Always Waiting January 2, 1969 Yaqut the Robin Hello, my dearest Yaqut, Perhaps the right thing to do was to write to you sooner and let you know how I...
