Hope of returning makes suffering easy

There was a man in a tribe in far, far lands. Where life was difficult and the surroundings cruel. He was wise and kind and supportive. All the individuals in the tribe and even from tribes nearby could count on him in terrible situations. He was not the strongest or wealthiest, but he had something …

The Ambitious Beauty

Centuries ago in a city in the central region of Iran, a beautiful girl was living. She was gorgeous to the extent that she had gained many admirers in her neighborhood. Many had given her offers and asked for her hand. The girl but was ambitious and she wanted to go beyond her family who …

Nothing Can Stop A Man With A Great Ambition

My grandfather died in a ship drowning incident when he was traveling to Bahrain in the Persian Gulf. He was working there as many others from our village in those years. My father was 12 then. So their family lost their source of income and my young father became the man of the family consisting …

My First Writing Experience

What was your first serious writing? At what age did you write it? I wrote my first writing when I was 8. I was a book lover and a reader since my first year at primary school. I started reading magazines that were available at our house. My father subscribed for a magazine that was …

The girl had another option

"I can run!" she thought. But where? She had been living all her life in her small village. She was the eldest daughter in her family, and there were four other younger sisters and a teenage brother who was sent to town to study. She also desired to study but her family could only afford …

Looking At A Beauty’s Face Is Permitted

My grandfather was a Hallaj (a person who makes cotton ready to be used in pillows), back in the 1960s and worked in Bahrain. His work was that he went to the houses and made pillows and bedclothes for them. They were filled with cotton. They had a device that prepared cotton to be used …

Let Him Be Alone

“He will come to me tonight,” Sara murmured to herself. She was worried this time. She and Tom, her husband, had fought several times before, but he always apologized before a week passed. She was sure about his love toward herself. She knew how he cared about her. She was actually his only friend besides …

He was scared of birds, he wasn’t a bird killer

Timour was very skilled in using a slingshot. He never missed in near distances. Even at longer distances, he had a good percentage of hitting to targets. His preys were usually sparrows, laughing doves, collard doves, doves, and pigeons. He used to take some younger boys with him, and they followed him at a good …