I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.
Hafez
Grandma Mahnaz’s House
poem, Jasmine Sorgen
Musings From Little Baghdad
essay, Weam Namou
Thin Clay of the Crescent
poem, Jack Philips
Scarlet
poem, Nabeeha Mudassar
Hope
poem, Sophia Jamali Soufi
Simurgh and Zal
poem, Ahmad Morid
Waiting / فيالانتظار
poem, Tanya Ko Hong & Izza Fartmis
Gacela of Moonshine / جاسيلا ضوء القمر
poem, Tanya Ko Hong & Izza Fartmis
Basturma Chronicles
essay, Maria Baha
Saffron City Press 