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*Aroos-e’-Beed (Willow’s Bride)*Collection of Short StoriesYousef AlikhaniAroos-e’-Beed is a collection of ten short stories including Pana^h barKhoda^ (Alas!), Agha^ye’ Gha^r(Lord of the Cave), Hara^ssa^na (Frightened) ,Panja’ (Paw), Rotayl (Tarantula), Ja^n Ghorba^n ( Yours Sincerely) ,Aroos-e’-Beed (Willow’s Bride) , Mordageer (Dead Catcher), Beel Sare’ Agha^( The Shovel at the Mausoleum) and

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(Ejdeha^ Kosha^n)A Collection of Short StoriesBy Yousef Alikhani“Killing the Dragon” is the second collection of short stories by Yousef Alikhani and includes 15 short stories with unfamiliar titles of Ghashgha^bol (White-head Goat), Nastarana’, Divlenga va Kokaba (Demon and a Girl named Kokaba), Goorcha^l (The Dead Pit), Ejdeha^ Kosha^n (Killing the Dragon), Malakhha^y-e’ Meelak (Meelak

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(Ghadam Bekheir ma^dar bozorg-e’ man bood)A Collection of Short StoriesBy Yousef Alikhani“Ghadam Bekheir was my grandmother” , the first collection of short stories by Yousef Alikhani, includes twelve short stories entitled Margee Na^ra (The Call of Death), Kheirollah Kheirollah, Rana^, Ye’ Leng (One-Legged), Mazartee ( Huanted), A^n ke dast teka^n meedad zan nabood (The one who was waving hand

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Dragon slayageYousef AlikhaniTranslator: paymaan Jafar-NejadRead more***nastaranehYousef AlikhaniTranslator: paymaan Jafar-NejadRead more***Unileg (Ye-Leng)Yousef alikhaniTranslator: paymaan Jafar-NejadRead more***GourchalYousef AlikhaniTranslator: Mandana Davar-KiaRead more***It was not the wife wavingYousef alikhaniTranslator: paymaan Jafar-NejadRead more

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Youssef Alikhani: Eine AutobiografieIch schwelgte noch in der Süße meiner Kindheit, als die Revolution ohne Gewalt und auf leisen Sohlen in unserem Dorf Einzug hielt - einem der Dörfer des historischen Deylamestan, des heutigen Alamoot.Meinen Vater sah ich zweimal im Jahr: einmal im Frühling zum Neujahrsfest und das andere Mal im September zur Erntezeit, wenn die Haselnüsse unseres einzigen

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Yousef alikhaniTranslator: paymaan JafarNejadIt doesn’t matter that Zereshkies, riding their bulls didn’t look at the combat between hazrat-gholi and the dragon who had scratched the mountains to reach to Milak. It also doesn’t matter that they have turned to stone and anyone who passes over the crest right before Zereshk can those stones on the left hand mount and the right hand mount is bloody

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Yousef alikhaniTranslator: paymaan Jafar-NejadAs the sky was clouding over, Gorgali, the shepherd, brought back the livestock to Melek. Everybody came and took their sheep to their own stable. Nastaraneh was angry. She was swearing at Gorgali:-You name yourself a shepherd? Every single time one of my animals is missing.Some people were sitting in front of the Tavoni*. Alikhan asked Gorgali:-What’

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Yousef alikhaniTranslator: paymaan Jafar-Nejad Golpari was the only one who knew the number of black poplar trees in Golchal. They were not twenty three. She even looked trough the kitchen outlet and once, twice, and many times she was able to count the trees.She lit the match and dry spines of milk vetch took the flames to the hazelnut branches in the Stove. A column of light rose and twisted to

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Yousef alikhaniTranslator: paymaan JafarNejadMan had been retired. Wife wasn’t old yet. Man wanted to return to Milek*. Wife said: “I’m not old yet but I can’t go back.” Man said: “I have nothing to do in the city.” Wife said: “Well! Find a job!” Man was at home, getting older. Wife said: “Go out and stay young!”But man wanted to go back. Wife didn’t want to, she was sleepless. When she slept,

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Yousef AlikhaniTranslator: Mandana Davar-KiaHow did the 3-year-old boy know that the man who stepped into the chapar – coming to him – standing above his head – was his father? Even the dogs of Gourchal didn't bark that an alien came, and when he ran his look over the resin shoes of his father, his military trousers, his rabbit-ear collar and then a tall man who was standing and staring at him

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عروس بید(مجموعه داستان)یوسف علیخانینشر آموتچاپ اول زمستان 1388192 صفحه2200 نسخه4000 تومان ..................................................................................اژدهاکُشان(مجموعه داستان)یوسف علیخانینشر آموتچاپ چهارم/ زمستان1388176 صفحه/ 2200 نسخه/ 3500 تومانچاپ اول 1386، چاپ دوم 1387، چاپ سوم 1388* شایسته تقدیر در نخستین جایزه جلال آل احمد * نامزد هشتمین دوره جایزه هوشنگ گلشیری .......

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Yousef Alikhani, an Iranian writer was born in 1975 in the village of "Milek" in the Roodbar and Alamut region of Qazvin. He holds a Bachelor's degree in Arabic Language and Literature from the University of Tehran. His first short stories were published between 1995 and 1996 in local magazines in Qazvin.Published works:Dragon slayage (short stories), Negah Publication, 2007Ghadam Bekheir was my

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يوسف عليخاني من مواليد 1975 في قريه تعرف بـ"ميلك" حيث تقع على مقربه من رودبار الموت بقزوينيحمل شهاده بكالوريس اللغه العربيه من جامعه طهراننشر حتى الان سبع كتب هيقاتلوا التنين/ قصص قصيرةقدم بخير كانت جدتي/ قصص قصيرةعزيز ونغار/ دراسات في القصة الشعبيةالجيل الثالث من كتاب القصة الايرانيين/ مجموعة حواراتابن بطوطة/ قصة حياة ابن بطوطةصائب تبريزي/ قصة حياة الشاعر الايرانيحسن صباح/ قصة حياة عميد

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