The Crossroads

My short story, The Crossroads was recently published in the winter 2024 issue of River & South Review. This story follows the life of a fictional child of labor in Tehran, Iran. You can read The Crossroads here in Issue 12 of River & South.

The Ninety-One Pearls on My Necklace

My recent flash fiction was accepted and published by Microfiction Monday Magazine. I’m grateful the story of a mental illness that many patients and caregivers have grappled with is finally out in the world! Please read it here.

Breastfeeding Tea Tag: New Mothers Are Newborns Too

A couple of years ago, after I had stopped nursing my daughter, a new mother posted a picture of her breastfeeding tea bag. On the tag, it read, “New mothers are newborns too.” At that time, I was in my third year of motherhood, but the message struck home, and I wished I had been…

Spring That Year

My Fibonacci spiral poem, Spring That Year, was recently accepted in Emerge Literary Journal. This poem explores some of the paradoxes I experienced at the beginning of the pandemic. You can read Spring That Year here in Issue 24 of Emerge.

Escape

I was inspired to write this short story from the perspective of Ava the Eagle after a trip to the zoo with my daughter. I’m grateful it’s been published alongside so many great works in Overtly Lit‘s August 2022 issue. You can read Escape here.

Friend

My poem, Friend, has been published in the June 2022 issue of Cider Press Review. This poem is so close to my heart, and I’m so grateful and happy to have it sent out into the world. You can read it here.

Dandelion

Drying grass and sprouting dandelions surround me. The earth is warm against my back as I stare into a cloudless sky. The oddness of warmth pulls me up to sitting. I pick one of the feathery weeds, blow on it, and I’m surprised at my own embodiment. In the distance, our once ivory house disrupts…

Dear Star

In the days you sparkled… Had humanity roamed the earth? Were forests burning black, shriveling to helpless particles in the air? Were eagles caged with memories of soaring in endless skies? Did oceans have a layer of oil floating on them like the unwashed pot from last night’s stew? Or were they still blue? Were…

Muse

My muse is your hazel eyes shining through a cloudy veil that fails to cover the golden glow It is your silvery ballad flowing down your velvety dress, slushing over your granite dominion It is the sweet crispness of your breath weaving among your mossy curls so gently pulled back with emerald needles and adorned…

Sunset Sama

Maryam’s poem, Sunset Sama, is forthcoming in the September issue of Masque and Spectacle!