Risking Life to Earn Crust On the last day of my final exams in the third grade, I excitedly anticipated joining my father, a courier and a Kulbar (porter). This is someone who takes items across the Iran-Iraq border, thereby putting themselves at great risk. Kulbars have little means of survival other than depending entirelyContinue reading “Risking Life to Earn Crust. non-fiction by Diary Marif”
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My battle scars. Non-fiction by Diary Marif
My battle scars A scar the size of a small spider mars the left side of my head. It holds the memory of a four-year-old boy, who only knew war for the first four years of his life. His playground was an empty field and his toys were cannonballs, found among the ruins. One day,Continue reading “My battle scars. Non-fiction by Diary Marif”
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