It was the year 1970. The world was a battleground, both between nations and within them. The Cold War always threatened to become a hot war, leading to a nuclear holocaust. The war in Indochina was taking countless casualties. In the Middle East, everyone was waiting for the next conflict or massacre, while the wounds of the previous ones hadn't healed yet. Anti-war movement, anti-racism movement, women's rights movement...

Taraneh stood in front of a mirror, and compared the reflection to a picture published in an old newspaper. There was hardly any resemblance. It was not merely about the age, but mostly about the spirit. In the picture, published along with an interview with her, she looked hopeful and determined, but now, she couldn't even fake those emotions on her face. Taraneh used to write for children and teenagers of Iran. She even...

The 9-year-old Maryam sat on the carpet, dissatisfied with the chore she was given. She stared at the large dresser in front of her, which her mother had insisted she clean it out as a part of spring cleaning, saying it was high time she learned some responsibility. But all Maryam felt was resentment for this tedious chore, and the order seemed oppressive. She pulled open the first drawer, sending some dust into air. Insi...