Contact Admin. October Past months. Around , there was a year-old girl who lived near us in Tehran. She always had very short hair and went about her business on a bicycle without wearing the mandatory hejab.
Those who didn't know her wouldn't notice since she looked like a boy. In the early s, me and a friend went to Tabriz for a visit.
We asked where the red light district was. A man recommended we go to Maragheh instead.. He said the prostitutes there were more attractive. We drove to the small nearby town and found the brothel. I was in the waiting room and reading Zan-e Rooz when I noticed one of the prostitutes. She was really good looking. She came over and said, "Did you see me? I thought she was either mistaken or pulling my leg. How could a prostitute in Maragheh be featured in a mainstream women's magazine?
She turned the page and there it was: Do you still wake up feeling tired and in sweats? Do you still stand in the dark on the 10th floor, staring at the marina in front of you? Do you still start your emails to Reza with "Eshgh" instead of "Dear Reza"? Do you still take a walk at night by that park, with that shore, by those boats? Do you still stop to help a friend, moving his furniture to a new apartment? Do you still have those colorful pieces with the question: Do you still wonder why people ever want to die?
Do you still write short stories with a "point"? Do you still keep silence to avoid an answer? Do you still drink "mint tea"? Do you still think about me? The Iranian masthead used to be in Times-Roman font and capitalized.
