Category Archives: Short Stories

Back in Tehran, school year of 1970-1973, I had an elementary teacher known as Mrs. Jewish teacher. This teacher was obviously Jewish and she was called by her religion. It is incredible how we recall labels and not names. I … Continue reading →

This story goes back to life in Tehran. With some calculations it must have been 1969-1970. I was in grade one or two. Those of us, who lived in Behbodi-shademan Street in Tehran, may recall this character. In the commencement … Continue reading →

Halloween is a time when people dress up to something they admire, fear, or like. This is a time when you expect to enjoy the physical transformation,although in a superficial way. You pretend being a character maybe close to your … Continue reading →

Years ago back in 1990.s I met this Iranian woman who was living with enormous emotional pain. I was working as a Social Worker in a Government Social Assistance office. Upon my own interest, most Iranian clients would be refereed … Continue reading →

Our Next Generation need to know many stories that we carry with us. There is a burning desire in every one of us in telling the story of life of someone very special that has significant meaning for us.  If … Continue reading →

The other day we went to a Christmas party.  The hosts were a couple who live in a beautiful and peaceful neighborhood.  This couple are naturally two calm and quite individuals with no interest for loud music or noises.  Living … Continue reading →

Everywhere I go I tend to meet people who are in need of emotional support. These people could be from any culture, any shape, and any belief system. I have my 9-5 job at a non-profit organization in the heart … Continue reading →

  How much do we appreciate Our older generation? How do we embrace, appreciate, and treat our older generation? How much time do we spend in listening to their experiences, stories, and advice about how life should be as they … Continue reading →

Stories is part of our daily lives. All of us. Remember those old good days? We would hear the stories of Princes and Princesses from our grandparents… I remember many summer nights when the heat of Tehran was cooling down … Continue reading →