The Conversation
The Conversation I recall a tangible happiness, like embers of a fire, crackling through our little home in the kuche as winter’s first snow began to cover the immaculate, embassy gardens in its cloak of […]
The Conversation I recall a tangible happiness, like embers of a fire, crackling through our little home in the kuche as winter’s first snow began to cover the immaculate, embassy gardens in its cloak of […]
Ghosts (The eternal pain of Exile) On the windswept plains of ancient Pars Ghosts stir from half a century’s slumber: Persian valleys, blossom-heavy boughs And Khayyam’s whispering, silver streams Persian winds scent Seychelles nights with perfumes from another life Long-forgotten […]
It was in the summer of 1977 that I first came to Seychelles on vacation from Iran, where my parents had made their home some seventeen years before. I shall not easily forget how, as a city-dweller, its wild beauty […]