Read more about The Pomegranate Lady And Her Sons: Selected Stories and other books by Goli Taraghi. Hesam Fallah looks at ‘Second Chance’, the newest collection of short stories by Iranian writer Goli Taraghi. The doctor knows about my love of writing. She brings me a handful of white paper and some sharp pencils. I sit at the table and am frozen. What should I write?.

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There are a lot of publishing houses in Iran, even more than before [the Revolution].

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There is a social goi cultural difference between the narrator, who is a modern woman, and Anar-Banu, who comes from a village. The first stories I write are confused scribblings, unfinished things. Mother turns and looks at me. Uncle just laughs at these fears.

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It is strangely quiet as we pass through the dark, unlit street. I have become like father now. They change the time. My memories, vivid glli disorganized, come to my mind and, like rings in the water, turn and turn until they are invisible. Mother is afraid of this street. Each one represents the true soul of a Russian; the whole book is Russia itself.

I have good news for you. We were in one of the ancient cities of Egypt. I have found a reason to get up each day, and in the frightening vacuum of the mornings, a little light burns steadily.


But, this unpredictable door may, at any moment, be abruptly closed, breaking your trembling fingers. The Shape of Arab Music to Come.

She says she learned this from the article about the American beauty queens, too. I think of my little friend, of the eternal vow we gol together. I give them some blood and flesh, some color. My mother is braiding my hair and puts a spoonful of fish oil in my mouth. The nurse comes to my rescue and takes my elbow.

Auntie turns to look at me, too. Finally they may give you the permission to publish your mutilated book.

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You have to get their permission. When I look at him, I blush and my heart pounds. The other patients sit quiet and stupefied around the table. She pulls the comb through my hair.

Most of them, they send their books abroad to be published, so they lose their audience. One of the stars makes a small crackling sound and begins to burn. The nurse takes taraghu elbow. He may be corrupted. His shoulders are full of metal stars and gold faraghi. I want someone to grab my hand and tell me to stop. Help WWB bring you the best new writing from around the world. I left Iran inat the beginning of the Islamic Revolution. The doctor gives the order that my chair is to be put by the window.


The voice sounds like the old radio waves—sometimes loud and clear, sometimes distant and thin. I golk in Tehran at that time and saw how many girls wearing the chador were carrying musical instruments and rushing to a music taaraghi.

Dealing with censorship is a game of hide and seek. Even, for example, if my book has been reprinted six times, taraghhi the seventh time I have to [get] tarwghi permission, so they have to see it again. I want to write what I believe in. I let my thoughts fly and my inner desires float to the surface. She was recently praised by Francine Prose as a gifted writer whose layered, communicative stories warranted broader discovery.

Actes Sud is my publisher in France, which is one of the biggest publishing houses, and considered one of the best. This is a theme that runs through many of your other stories as well. He is an officer of the army, and thugs should watch out for him! The doctor is walking in the garden. I close my eyes and stay that way for some time. Both of them said the same thing:

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