Slowly, students began to walk inside, but more stayed. Our time to grieve was over, but the signs demanding change stayed up. We weren’t finished grieving. We hadn’t moved on yet.

“Georgia students shouldn’t care more about gun safety than politicians”
Mouth opens. Closes. Quiet. This is not a replacement for speaking Farsi.

"Abecedarian for Three Generations on Nowruz"
Because I have learned that our people are experts at clenching their left hand while grasping the palms of one another with their right.

"Reasons I Feel like a Bad Iranian During a Revolution"
Underdeveloped, and angsty prefrontal lobes that only know fight and flight. No wonder we’re so drawn to bad poetry. Our world feels too urgent, and fleeting.

"Defending the Teenage Love Poem"

Publications

“Abecedarian for Three Generations on Nowruz” - Nowruz Journal

"Confessional to Ramesh in the Shower" after Darius Atefat-Peckham - University of Georgia’s Stillpoint Magazine (print)

"Instruction Manual for Creating the First Iranian American Girl" - University of Georgia’s Stillpoint Magazine (print)

"Paper Diver" after Henry Matisse - University of Georgia’s Stillpoint Magazine (print)

“The Habits of Strawberries” - Atlanta Magazine (selected for Georgia Youth Poet Laureate Finalist Award)

“For M” - Paper Crane Journal

“Reasons I Feel like a Bad Iranian During a Revolution” - Words Without Borders

“brown haired barbies” - Aurora Journal

“iˈränēən” after Douglas Kearney - the Lumiere Review

“Broken Mint” - Anti-Heroin Chic

“Only Here” - Anti-Heroin Chic

“Opinion: Georgia students shouldn’t care more about gun safety than politicians” - The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

“Defending the Teenager Love Poem” - JAKE

“Status Update: Fun Person Initiative” - Rejection Letters Magazine

“I’m a terrible feminist” - BreakBread Magazine

“Emails with Victoria Chang” - Aster Lit

“A Conversation with Saba Keramati” - Aster Lit

“The Social Impact of the Writer (a discussion with Poupeh Missaghi)” - Ad Aster (podcast)

Slowly, students began to walk inside, but more stayed. Our time to grieve was over, but the signs demanding change stayed up. We weren’t finished grieving. We hadn’t moved on yet.