The upcoming collection is a prose narrative that was spoken during the passage of a part of life; In the nights when I preferred the decor of the theater to the harsh cold of Zahedan winter and in the hot afternoons when I started reviewing my dialogues. Or in the hidden spring of the city, when I was busy playing the Balochi Tanburak and singing indescribable songs in the autumn. It was this irregular rhythm in these moments that was driving me. The meaning is that my writings, with all the gaps created in the moments, create images for you readers and maybe sometimes also meaning. I will never know what kind of feeling you will get inside by reading my writings and maybe this is the characteristic. This night only for one more minuteIt forces us around each other; What do you think?
