Layla Sabourian

Shahrak Gharb

[excerpt from a novel] by Layla Sabourian Tehran, 1984 Azadeh was comfortable financially, so she was the one that finally decided to take me to a psychiatrist. This was nearly unheard of in Iran, but it was a last resort for me. The ‘doctor’ was a man about fifty years old, with a salt and […]

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