What The Doves Said: The Saboteur (Book One)

By Mojdeh Marashi

Horrified by the violence following Iran's 2009 contested presidential elections, the author, Mojdeh Marashi is reminded of her parents’ ordeal during another disheartening event for Iranian people, the 1953 coup d'état. Saboteur, the first of a series, is told by a pair of white doves who in the tradition of old Persian storytellers recount the event in a hot summer afternoon when a sea of men in

This is a fictional memoir by Mojdeh Marashi, a writer, translator, artist and designer who is deeply influenced by the ancient and modern history of Iran. This story merges the world of magical realism in Persian literature that Mojdeh grew up reading, the reality of the world she lives in today, and the utopia she dreams about.

Mojdeh is the translator (from Persian, with Chad Sweeney) of The Selected Poems of H. E. Sayeh: The Art of Stepping Through Time (White Pine, 2011). Her fiction was published in the anthology Let Me Tell You Where I’ve Been: Women of the Iranian Diaspora (University of Arkansas, 2006).

She was born in Tehran, Iran and moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1977, and now lives and work in Palo Alto, California. She is the Managing Partner at Blurred Whisper, an Idea and Design studio in Palo Alto, California, which she co-founded in 2002.

Mojdeh studied at California College of Arts (CCA) and later at San Francisco State University where she earned her M.A. in Interdisciplinary Arts and an M.A. in Creative Writing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mojdeh Marashi
• Release date: Oct 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781938726057

Mojdeh Marashi

Mojdeh Marashi is a writer, translator, artist and designer. Mojdeh's work is deeply influenced by the ancient and modern history of Iran. Her writing merges the world of magical realism in Persian literature that she grew up reading, the reality of the world she lives in today, and the utopia she dreams about. Mojdeh was born in Tehran, Iran and moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1977, and now lives and work in Palo Alto, California. She is the Managing Partner at Blurred Whisper, an Idea and Design studio in Palo Alto, California, which she co-founded in 2002. Mojdeh studied at California College of Arts (CCA) and later at San Francisco State University where she earned her M.A. in Interdisciplinary Arts and an M.A. in Creative Writing.

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What The Doves Said: The Saboteur

Book One

By Mojdeh Marashi

Copyright 2011 Mojdeh Marashi

Published by Mojdeh Marashi at Smashwords

First Story In What The Doves Said Series

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

What The Doves Said

The Saboteur

Sister Jaan

A Scorching Afternoon

Eyebrows Mom Fell In Love With

Heroine With Hazel Eyes

About The Author

The Saboteur

I’m sitting on the dark gray wool sofa, body closed tight, tense as can be, across from the TV. I watch with eyes wide open, red from combination of no sleep and excessive staring at the bright rectangle that transports me into the streets of my birth town, Tehran. I wonder how what I am witnessing could even be possible.

I turn to my Dad, sitting on the matching dark gray wool loveseat to my right. Once again, he has come to my aid as he always does. His shoulders, still broad, are now curved inward a bit from combination of old age and the weight of the pain he has been carrying for decades. These are the shoulders that used to carry me around the house so that I would forget the pain from my wounds whenever I fell and injured my knees or elbows, a common and almost daily occurrence as I was an active child. His perfect shaped head, not too round and not too oblong with well-groomed white hair blending so well with his bald spot, is held in the palm of his left hand now, resting against the arm of the