The house where I grew up sits on the edge of a forgotten road, its walls now whispering…
If you don’t see me, I…
Within the depths of my heart, I am filled with hatred,A dark torrent swirling, relentless and unyielding…
In solitude, we reflect on the power of quiet moments to shape our view of the world.
Only death does not lie. Sadegh Hedayat