Enough by Yelena Babayan I – Tomozz, they’ll come to propose ya…. – said my father and nervously swallowed a spoon of soup. Trying to understand who those words were addressed to and thinking that it was a joke I looked at my sister and then again at my father. – Sirush, tomozz have your …

I Wish I Didn’t Give Myself a Birth That Day by Irem Erkan Here I will start with the murder of the choir. Let them not go on with telling the story. I want to stop the flow of history, I want to get out of drama. To control the flow of time, the destiny …

A World without a Nation by Burçe Kaya It was an ordinary Sunday for Frida. The night before that, her mother told her goodnight stories and waited by her side until she fell asleep. Everything was how it should have been. But in the morning when she woke up, she felt like something was happening. …

Two stories and one poem by Beran Birtan The boy at the smallest workshop in the bazaar and the woman who saw him  There was a boy who worked in a workshop on the third floor of a passage situated in the narrowest street of the bazaar. The workshop was the smallest among others, yet …

Six Blocks by Anush Ter-Khachatryan Six Blocks By Anush Ter-Khachatryan  Six blocks from Aram Streetwhere poets diepeople decide to liveswallowing anger in their lungsraging against the maledictions of pain.Six blocks from where life seems like a board gamewhere cheap wine and expensive odors encompass boredom. Six blocks from sweat-faded streets from Middle Eastern restaurants and …