Ebrahim Parsa

Joined October 2025

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Faramarz (Ebrahim) Parsa writes stories for children and adults — tales born from silence, memory, and the light of imagination inspired by Persian roots.

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Me and Solitude
n the quiet corners of the day, a man sits with his solitude — not as a burden, but as a companion. Between silence and memory, he discovers that loneliness, when embraced, can speak with the voice of love.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Confessions
The Devil’s Plea
Faramarz Parsa A whisper between thought and light. The Devil Weeping Before God The Devil was weeping loudly as he begged God for forgiveness, pleading to be granted refuge in the divine presence — to be spared from the cruelty of humankind.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Confessions
The Rain Worm and the Sparrow
Once upon a time, in a small green garden, there lived a little rain worm. He loved the soft, cool soil where he could curl and twist all day long, humming his own tiny songs that no one could hear but the earth itself.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Families
Between Belief and Unbelief
Between Belief and Unbelief By Faramarz Parsa I sit on the wicker chair. The geraniums, tired from the day’s heat, still hold their scent in the air—
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Confessions
Notes After My Departure
Notes After My Departure by Faramarz Parsa Dedication To my wife, whose quiet presence kept my heart warm through the years.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Confessions
Escape
About the Book In a quiet room where time seems to stand still, two presences — one silent, one searching — blur the boundary between life and death, dream and awakening.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Confessions
Adriana and Pishi in the Cat City
Adriana was two years old and had a plush cat named Pishi. One night, when the moonlight painted silver paths across her room, Pishi’s tiny ears twitched.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Families
When Silence Breathes
Silence had spread her heavy gown across the living room. Everything was under her rule; even breath was held captive in the chest.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Poets
Trampling on the Rights of Our Ancestors
They say history belongs to those who write it. But what happens when we forget who built it? This story begins with a cup of coffee and ends with a letter — not to the future, but to those who came long before us.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Humans
The Apple, the Serpent, and the Woman
In the garden before time began, silence grew on every branch. The air breathed softly — and a woman stood, alone, beneath a tree that shimmered red with knowing.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Poets
Darian and the Spring of Nowruz
Join six-year-old Darian on a heartwarming journey through the vibrant celebrations of Nowruz, the Persian New Year. With the loving guidance of his parents, Darian learns about the joy and meaning behind Chaharshanbe Suri, Nowruz, and Sizdah Bedar — three beautiful traditions that mark the arrival of spring and new beginnings.
By Ebrahim Parsa4 months ago in Families

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Me and Solitude

The Devil’s Plea

The Rain Worm and the Sparrow

Between Belief and Unbelief

Notes After My Departure

Escape

Adriana and Pishi in the Cat City

When Silence Breathes

Trampling on the Rights of Our Ancestors

The Apple, the Serpent, and the Woman

Darian and the Spring of Nowruz

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