Azadeh Afsharian
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Stories (8/0)
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 Afsharian17 days 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 Afsharianabout a month 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 months 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 months 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 months 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 months ago in Art
Divine Therapy
Last week, I got sick and was sentenced to house arrest for the entire week. The first two days were not too bad; I was fighting to stay alive, so I had something to do. But as I gradually got better, I started experiencing psychological issues and suffered from boredom. I tried to sit and read the book named 'Eleven Minutes' by Paulo Coelho, but I couldn't even start because my hip probably had changed to a round shape, so obviously when I sat, I fell to the side.
By Azadeh Afsharian3 months ago in Art