
A Man Made of Dust
January 15, 2025
“What is Beshara thinking as he sits on that public bench on Mar Elias Street, staring for hours at the void before him?”
On the crowded bus there was an Iraqi woman who was utterly lost; she did not know where her hotel was. With their broken Arabic, the other riders managed to figure out where she was staying and told the driver. The driver, in turn, halted the bus right in front of the Iraqi woman’s hotel— the hotel of a woman from a country Iran had fought a bloody eight-year war with.
Boundaries of Gender: I stay because, as my mother never stopped repeating, I am my own woman, but also my own man.
The public execution of two petty thieves sends a message to Tehran's artists and intellectuals. A dispatch from the gallows.
An untold tale from the days of the Soviet invasion in Afghanistan.
Iranian American writer, Salar Abdoh, corresponds with his friend Majed, a documentary filmmaker, in Afghanistan. Majed reports here on his travels in the Middle East. |