Azadeh Afsharian
Bio
As a teen, I cried over harsh school rules. One advised me to become a journalist, and I did. But life showed me I couldn't change much that way. Now, I find purpose in writing, sharing stories to spark curiosity and self-discovery.
Stories (13)
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Innocent Guilty (Fourth Part). Content Warning.
Chapter Four: Amy walked all night, avoiding taxis and buses for fear of being seen. In the morning, she went to work as usual, and in the afternoon, she rented an electric bike to go to the forest hut to see Antonio, return him inside, and take her car. When she arrived and opened the door of the van, she was stunned for a few moments.
By Azadeh Afsharianabout a year ago in Criminal
Innocent Guilty (Third Part). Content Warning.
Chapter Three It's been six months since the first week when Louis invited Amy to have lunch together on the weekend. Now, Amy trusts him, and they have lunch together, every week, at Louis's house. Every week, Louis insists that he join her when visiting her mother. And always, Amy does not agree and says that my mom should not experience any sudden changes because of her health.
By Azadeh Afsharianabout a year ago in Criminal
Innocent Guilty (Second Part). Content Warning.
While making a salad, Amy told the story of a girl who came to a coffee shop with her dog. She said, "Can you believe that a white dog has only one of its legs black and brown?" She laughed and added, "It was as if he had tattooed his hand."
By Azadeh Afsharianabout a year ago in Criminal
Invisible Killer . Content Warning.
Michael was a hardworking man who had toiled all his life. Although they lived in a small village, he had provided all the comforts for his family. But now, on the eve of turning fifty, he was facing a strange challenge. His daughter had turned 18 and was willing to become a model, so she wanted to go to the city.
By Azadeh Afsharianabout a year ago in Criminal
The greatness of silence
I don’t judge you, although I rely on my past experiences with you. I can recall your actions in similar situations. Why should I trust you again? Well, you see, trust is like a creamy cheesecake; you mess it up once, and it's hard to get it to rise again. But hey, if you've got a recipe for trust-repairing cheesecake, I'm all ears. Well, trust is a delicate dance, and you stepped on my toes a few too many times.
By Azadeh Afsharian2 years ago in Art
A Comedy of Immigration
Immigrating to a new land has many aspects, with great opportunities and, of course, some weaknesses. For myself, everything has improved, and I am happy with everything, except for one tiny problem: the people in the new land I immigrated to cannot speak my language.
By Azadeh Afsharian2 years ago in Art
Through Comedic Betrayal
I watched a dark drama movie solely because my favorite comedian actor starred in it. Regrettably, I wish I hadn't made that choice. While I fully respect my favorite actor's decision to pursue any role he desires, and I understand his aspiration to tackle serious roles, what about the emotions of a devoted fan? Will you cover the cost of my psychological treatment session?
By Azadeh Afsharian2 years ago in Art
If being beautiful is a crime, you are not guilty
Winter, you are beautiful. You are like delicious cookies with light sweet cream on top, or like mint chocolate with crunchy white chocolate on top. Though, compared to autumn and spring, I must say, if being beautiful is a crime, you are not guilty.
By Azadeh Afsharian2 years ago in Art
Whispers of Silence
Moving to a different country presents a multitude of facets, offering promising prospects alongside certain drawbacks. Personally, my experience has been overwhelmingly positive, with significant improvements across the board. However, there's one minor issue that persists: the inhabitants of my new home struggle to communicate in my native language. Picture engaging in delightful conversations with strangers from diverse backgrounds, relishing the camaraderie, yet finding yourself unable to articulate a single word. Instead, all you can do is smile and, if you had a tail, wag it enthusiastically in their direction.
By Azadeh Afsharian2 years ago in Art
Savouring Life's Sweetness:
One day, I felt the need for a little sweetness in my life. First, let me explain the different tastes of my life. In the wake of a new life, I grappled with denial, clinging to memories of my original, pristine self as version 1.0, the sweet taste. The harsh reality struck when I was told, 'You've had a brain injury.' Slowly, I started to accept the truth, realizing I might never return to that initial sweet 1.0 state.
By Azadeh Afsharian2 years ago in Art
