28. April 2026
On my knees lay a model of a gifted badgir (a wind tower — an essential element of Eastern architecture). It had been given by a native resident of an old traditional village of Kish, where every detail carried meaning and spoke volumes about the place. Inside, there was a warm sense of fulfilled joy from what I had seen — and a frightening premonition of an approaching large-scale catastrophe…
25. March 2026
It was winter outside, which meant even heavier smog in Tehran — a suffocating haze that hung over the city and refused to leave. I kept silently scolding myself: these were terrible conditions for a newborn, and we had to get out. So we decided to fly to Kish Island.
This stunning coral island lies in the Persian Gulf, not far from Dubai, and from the airplane window it looks like a pearl resting on the water.
KOLO · 30. April 2024
I was cooking on the kitchen and repeating for yourself that the main thing is to cook with love - then it turns out tastier and the process itself becomes enjoyable. But the protesting inner voice kept trying to convince of something else - you are stuck in everyday life and you are losing the most interesting moments of life! My thoughts were interrupted by a husband's phone call. His friends from Tehran decided to abandon life in the capital and moved to live on the island of Qeshm.
Postcard · 10. September 2018
Звеню кастрюлями на кухне и мысленно повторяю, что главное готовить с любовью - тогда еда получается вкуснее, да и сам процесс приятней. Но протестующий внутренний голос все пытался убедить в обратном - застряла в быту и теряешь самые интересные жизненные моменты. Мысли прервал звонок мужа. Его друзья из Тегерана решили забросить столичную жизнь и переехали жить на остров Кешм. "Приглашают к себе в гости", - услышала в конце. "Свобода!" - вырвалось у меня.