When you start on the journey of writing a blog, a novel or even an article, the first thing you are told and you will notice is the competition. You need to be unique, original, connect with your readers and pull them in. It is hard and not for faint …
It has been a while since I have written a blog or even had a chance to talk to many writers and force them to do an interview with me. This does not mean I have given up or have lost contact with many wonderful people in the twitter world …
Brightly coloured, fierce in combat and deep hatred of all things evil. Simurgh is an enormous winged creature, with the head of a dog, body of a peacock, and claws of a lion bathed in flames. The tale of Shalyra is a sad one, being the last of her kind. …
At the beginning, there was only Oromasdes. He looked upon the cosmos, from the primordial soup conjured an Orb to represent the blue sky, and filled it with water, and separated the water with Earth.gav-aēvō.dātā is the Primordial Bull (also known as the Uniquely Created Bull. Earth, he seeded with …
The Struggle between good and evil is a building block of most civilizations throughout the history of Aeran. It represents the meaning of existence itself to most cultures. Irrespective of race or creed, it is always portrayed two forces at work in the universe and whichever side one aligned one’s …
By: Homa A. Ghahreman There was being and nonbeing, there was none but God, who had three sons: Prince Jamshid (King of the golden age of Iranian epics), Prince Q-mars, and the youngest, Prince Khorshid (Sun, light, divine wisdom., who was self-born — an initiate), who had no mother. He …
One night Shah Abbas went out roaming, and he wandered about everywhere till he came to some ruins. There he became aware of a sound of children crying. They were saying: “O Mother, we are dying of hunger. Have pity on our hunger!” And the mother was weeping with them, …
Once upon a time there was a time when there was no one but God. There was once a man called Muhammad who was a shawl-weaver. One day he was sitting behind his shawl, weaving away, when it chanced that he saw two mice playing about and riding on each …
