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Arash was lounging on the living room sofa, scrolling through his phone, when his mother’s voice pierced the air like a dagger. “Arash, come to the kitchen. Now.” Her tone …
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It started as a normal school day, or at least as normal as it could be in Arash's all-boys school, where chaos and testosterone-filled chatter reigned supreme. Mr. Akbari, their …
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The wedding was the perfect opportunity. Or, at least, that’s how Arash had framed it to Kian as they rode together in the back seat of Kian’s dad’s car. “You’re …
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It all started during lunch break. Arash and his best friend, Kian, were playing their usual game of "Soccer Without a Ball" in the school courtyard—essentially an overly dramatic simulation …
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It was a quiet evening at home. Arash sat cross-legged on the living room carpet, building an elaborate fort out of dominoes while his father flipped through the newspaper. His …
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At Arash’s school, life was a testosterone-fueled symphony of chaos. Every day began with a thundering stampede as boys flooded the hallways, racing each other to class as if punctuality …
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In Arash's world, everything came in pairs but was never allowed to mix. There were two entrances to every building: one for men, marked with bold, no-nonsense letters, and another …
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The cold wind cut through the cracks in the brick walls of the East Berlin apartment. Eva stood at the window, watching as the world outside trembled with uncertainty and …
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The sun had barely risen when the Ford Model T sputtered to life, its engine groaning as if reluctant to leave the familiar red soil of Mississippi behind. Clara Harris …
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Max Turner had always felt a certain magic in the mechanics of machines. As a child, his father’s garage had been a sanctuary, a place where engines hummed to life …
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Evelyn Harris stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat atop her head. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t quite the woman she used to be. The …
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The train rumbled to a stop, its whistle piercing the stillness of the autumn air. Samuel Jenkins stepped off, the familiar creak of the platform beneath his boots sounding foreign …
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