The Old Caretaker
About seven years ago, I went to the office of a lawyer for legal advice. He was about seventy years
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The Turtle
Hello friends, 🔵 Forty years ago, in our second-grade Persian textbook, we read: Two ducks and a turtle had been
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Mammad, You Weren’t Here to See
1) Mammad, you weren’t here to see In Qazvin, an incident has occurred. 35 of our newly graduated boys and
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My Conversations with Imam
During the times when I returned to the city on leave from the front, one of the places I frequently
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The Group of the Demolition Battalion Children
The children of the demolition battalion, those who survived the war, gather from time to time on various occasions. About
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The Proper Way to Access Information
Many students spend one, two, or three years preparing for the entrance exam, but just hours before the exam, fear,
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Me and My Dreams
Ali Karimi and Ali Daei didn’t achieve fame for no reason. Of course, they worked hard themselves, but don’t overlook
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My Account with Haj Taghi and the Execution Statistics
Fifteen years ago, I used to purchase goods from a factory owned by a man named Haj Taghi. One afternoon,
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War Memoirs
I learned to swim with a lot of practice in the Karun River. Later, the demolition unit sent us to
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They Only Talk, We Take Action
Around noon on Wednesday, the sixth of Aban, three friends and I set off from Aran and Bidgol toward Tehran