Iran Stories

Some books exist to entertain. Others are meant to educate. And then there are those rare texts that make the reader feel like an accomplice-not to a crime, but to an act of understanding. The Iranian Diary belongs to this rare breed. The cycle comprises three novellas-Isfahan, Shiraz, and Fordo-which must be read in that precise order, even though Shiraz is chronologically a prequel. This is no authorial whim, but a deliberate architectural choice: each subsequent story subverts your understanding of the last, much like flipping an hourglass only to discover that the sand had been flowing the wrong way all along

سلام به همگی❤ this is a bl story, let's enjoy it. All the characters are created by myself. The rules of my world are imaginary and not everything is supposed to go according to reality. I hope you like it. love you all. paria این داستان بی ال هست. تمام کاراکترها ساخته و پرداخته‌ی ذهن من هستن و تو دنیای واقعی وجود ندارن. اکثر قوانین ساختگی هستن و ممکنه یه سری چیزها طبق واقعیت پیش نره. امیدوارم بتونیم کنار هم از این داستان لذت ببریم و ازش خوشتون بیاد. لاو یو عال پریا

Siavash is coming back from a work trip when he gets arrested by the airport security, but why?

Pari is a young beautiful Iranian woman who immigrate with her family, in Toronto, in Canada to flee misery and poverty from her country. One day, she meets a woman, Kiara, who hire her to work in her brother's bar. Pari starts to develop feelings for this woman and so does Kiara. They fall madly in love with each other but as it's only the beginning of their journey together through life, problems begin too. How will Pari's very religious family react once they find out ? Will their love be possible ? And how will they manage to go through it ? You'll get the answers only if you read th story ;)

➴ خلاصه داستان رزانا هندرسون، دختری ۱۷ ساله است با زندگی دبیرستانی آرام و بی دردسر. اما همه چیز، از زمانی که رزانا یکی از همکلاسی هایش را در حال زنده زنده خوردن خرگوش کلاس میبیند، تغییر میکند. آیا این قضایا به دانش آموز مرموزی ربط دارد که به تازگی به مدرسه آمده؟ آیا رزانا میتواند خود را از این مخمصه رها کند؟

Zayneb stared out of the shattered window of her small hut. she stared at hazy sky reciting tasbeeh, her hands on the beads her ammi gifted her when she was young.

دیوژن: اختلال شخصیتی که بیمار دچار جامعه‌گریزی، بی تفاوتی و انباشتن زباله‌ها میشود(داخل فیکشن بیمار همچین ویژگی‌ای ندارد. البته اگر بیماری وجود داشته باشد!) part of story: "تو حتی اگه قلبم رو با زیر پا گذاشتنش له کنی و بعدش بهم پوزخند بزنی.. حتی اگه برای اینکه عاشقت نباشم شکنجم بدی و یک چشمم رو کور کنی، قسم میخورم تهیونگ.. قسم میخورم که با چشم سالمی که برام باقی مونده به این دوتا تیله‌ی ارزشمند نگاه میکنم و میگم که چقدر عاشقتم!" مکثی کرد و نگاهش رو به تهیونگی که به طور کامل از حرف‌هاش کپ کرده بود داد، درواقع داشت به این فکر میکرد که چقدر بانمک‌تر از قبلش دیده میشد. "جونگو.. حتی اگه کل دنیا ازم به خاطر احساساتی که الان دارم متنفر بشن، برام مهم نیست.. من چیزی که میخوامو دارم و بهش افتخار میکنم" 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢- 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵- 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯- 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺- 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦'𝘴:𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘷- 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘪𝘯

Lauren Haunter , the nerd naive girl who Kevin Kingston , school's naughtiest boy has a big crush on.Lauren has no feelings for him though.Kevin , after a hard time trying to make her fall for her , she finally does and after things get hot , Kevin disappears.

This story is a detailed account of my life changing and adventurous two weeks in Iran as a solo traveller. The economy of Iran was faltering due to re-imposition of sanctions by US. The currency conversion rate makes Iran as a very cheap place for budget travellers. As a backpacker, I never intend to travel with any planning. But, what happens when you land in this Persian paradise and the there is an internet lockdown for 9 days!

A slow-burn love story between a cop and a mafia boss. Expect the unexpected. I like surprises so does my book. *I translated this book from persian to english with google translate because i wrote it in persian originally but wanted to publish a english bersion soo... idk if you can take this book seriously. I did work hard on it tho:-(

هەمووشەوێک بەیادی تۆ دوو چا دەخۆمەوە یەک بۆ خۆشەویستیت دوو بۆ دیدارت یـــەک پارت ١٩/ئاب/٢٠٢٦

Chapter 1: Where It All Started I was 18 when it happened. A teenager, half-American, half-Iranian, born in Florence Italy, raised with Western ideals-and a chip on my shoulder that wouldn't disappear. The Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps didn't care about any of that. They only saw me as a threat. That day, I was nearly at the end of the painted American and Israeli flag on the IRGC military base, carefully avoiding stepping on it. It was a stupid ritual forced on all of us-meant to humiliate and shame what they called "the enemy." I wasn't going to do it. I couldn't. I'm half Jewish, half Muslim-born into both, but belonging to neither. Just as my foot was about to cross the last red stripe without touching the paint, something struck me-hard. A sharp blow, metal-like. I blacked out. When I came to, the stench hit me first. It was a suffocating mix of sweat and golab-a sickly rosewater perfume clerics used instead of bathing. That scent still haunts me. Then the questions started. What music was I listening to? Why didn't I step on the flag? Was I an American spy? They didn't care about answers. They wanted to break me. From that moment on, my life would never be the same.

I had to go to Iran when my ex (Iranian) husband abducted our then 5-year-old daughter there while I was at a family funeral out-of-state. I had no choice if I wanted to ever see my daughter again. We ended up being there for ten years before we were able to escape - and in that time my son was born there. My ex had decided during my pregnancy that I was "unfit" to be a good, Muslim, mother or wife. Basically, I was not near as submissive as he liked. He informed me early in the pregnancy that when I had the baby, the baby would be taken from me and given to his own mother to raise, and I would be placed on a plane and sent back to the US. So, through my pregnancy, I thought I'd never see my baby and I would be separated from my daughter. He must have had a change in heart, because my son was born - and I was allowed to "keep" him (my own son) and stay. But, my mother-in-law was furious. She had all but claimed my son, and had set her heart on taking my baby from me and raising him as her own. She never let me forget how disappointed she was, and how she "blamed" me for not getting my baby. What I write here is only one incident like many others in which she expressed her bitterness toward me.