by Iman
Oshani
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| Tehran skyline at sunset, with the city's iconic Milad Tower rising in the distance, January 2026 —Iran International |
The smell of gunpowder
lingers for a lifetime.
And in this land,
the snow migrated last year.
Car washes are shut down,
and cars won't move under the weight of ash.
Houses are drained of commotion.
The bedroom.
A large bed.
Sheets neatly made, but gathering dust.
The desk clock faces the wall.
And on the floor,
lies the only corpse: a fly.
The phone will not ring.
The TV is locked on the news.
And behind the window, there is no view...
except
a dog walking by,
sniffing the holes in the buildings.
Iman
Oshani is an Iranian writer and poet based in Tehran. His work explores
the surreal intersections of memory, objects, and the geography of
crisis.
