All posts tagged: Qeshm

Defrost (EN)

With a cry of relief and a big swing I threw my hijab overboard, together with that grain of salt. Then, I rapidly took off my long, black dress. Advertisements

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50 shades of blue (EN)

‘Trien, where has your smile gone?’ After three days of Iran, my much promised land, I suddenly realised that since crossing the border in Noorduz I have laughed little or not at all.

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