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پیاپی 18 (اسفند 1402)

Sadegh Hedayat Literary Award from 2001 to today despite all the problems and issues in the field of literature and culture of the country to keep alive the memory and place of Sadegh Hedayat in Iranian literature in 22 consecutive periods with the tireless efforts of the writer and great man Mr. Jahangir Hedayat...

1381 coincided with the hundredth anniversary of Sadegh Hedayat's birth, and on this occasion, celebrations were held in Iran, Europe, Canada, and America.The first step was to print and publish the books of Sadegh Hedayat or related to him. The publication of the album of Hedayat's photos was done. The exhibition of Hedayat's photos was held in Sihon Gallery. At the same time, Sadegh Hedayat's short story literary competition was planned and the first round was held. This year, about 500 writers competed by sending 600 stories. For the competition winners, a statue of Hedayat was made and a number of them were made available. In addition, a poster was made for the competition. The first conference of criticism and review of Hedayat's works and thoughts at the university...

The complete list of Sadeq Hedayat Literary Award winners from 1381 to 1402 is attached.

He picked up the phone and dialed the internal number. He told Sridhar to turn up the heat. He lit all four gas burners, but the room did not heat up. The TV was on. He showed me a warehouse. Sliced meat was hanging from the ceiling of the warehouse. Frozen blood on some apartments...

I have been trying to kill Youssef for three weeks, but I have not been able to, which means that every time I have tried to kill him, something has prevented me. First, I decided to lie in wait on his way so that one night, in an alley, I would suddenly plunge a knife into his chest and twist the blade of the knife into his heart and intestines so much that he would fall to the ground and as the saying goes...

You know, sweet lady, if you didn't have those black eyes or if you had closed your eyes, now I wouldn't be here and you are so strange and distant. Indeed, I never had a good memory, but you walked in my loneliness so softly and unaware that even if I wanted to, I couldn't understand when I fell in love with you. But today I miss you, dear, more than all these years. I want to finish it so much...

It was left behind the door. Her husband had gone out. He was sitting on the stairs of the corridor and looking at his shopping cart. The lights in the corridor were going off every minute and he didn't bother to turn them on. Pale light was shining from the skylight behind him, spreading its shadow on the floor of the corridor. In the dark, it seemed to him that the shoemaker was going up and down among the lettuces he had bought. He is afraid to touch them. Every now and then, footsteps came from downstairs. But none of them were her husband's footsteps. It's all the sound of people's feet...

On the side of the road, far from the legal boundary, on God's desert, which is covered by weeds here and there, an old comfortable sofa is left alone, with a stretch of empty desert behind it. What is he doing there? Up close, it is not as puffy and fat as it seems; With its faded velvet covering, with the springs sticking out of its seat, and the handles in the form of two horizontal columns covered with sponge, whose shifted slats tore the velvet covering...

My name: Arash Father's occupation: Shopkeeper Family income: My father said it depends on other people's income, but roughly 025,000 tomans. The number of family members: ten people, including my grandfather, who my mother says eats a lot. House rent: fifty thousand tomans. Shop rent: fifty thousand tomans. Clothing expenses: thirty thousand tomans. Food expenses: one hundred thousand tomans. Abolfazl makes a vow and table, and my father gives every tower to the priest of the mosque...

In my dreams, there is always a gun and a hand that pulls the trigger so that I startle with the sound of the shot and jump out of sleep and look for a subversion. It is as if you are lying in the shelter of darkness behind a thick curtain, when suddenly the curtain is torn from head to toe and white and furious light licks your naked body. I am sleepless again. I have to sit down and pour out everything that is in my mind and search around them until I find the gun and empty its magazine...

There is a howling sound. The howling of a dog is different from that of a wolf. This was said by a woman. At night, the sound of a dog's howling fills the whole of Aslavia. A dog that runs and howls in the mountains with its burnt body. Now sometimes I think that the sound of a burnt dog sounds like a woman. Is. A woman who burns in the fire at night. A woman who calls me with her burnt hands...

I look at my watch. Little by little, the last poor survivors of the administration, who stay late for more mysteries, are leaving. I take off my coat and leave my desk in the same messy and messy state and kick it out. On the way home, I always stop in front of the same newspaper kiosk and buy my favorite evening newspaper.When I threw the key in the door, it brought out the usual game that I had to kick...

The sounds are weak, but a sense of happiness emerges from the same noise. Elika is still sleeping. I leave the bed and stare out the window in search of the source of the sound. One of the cruise ships is on the Bosphorus strait and passes under the huge bridge that connects East Istanbul to West. It leaves a white trail of foamy water and proudly overtakes sailboats and motorboats. On its deck, tourists of all ages are bustling...

When the issue was announced, everyone started to struggle, from the investigators, detectives, and portrait painters of the Intelligence Department to neighbors, acquaintances, and everyone who was familiar with "A.Jim.K" or even just heard his name. Of course, due to his anonymity and isolation, they didn't know him or remember his appearance. If Mr. "Storyteller with many nicknames back and forth" did not pursue the story and did not make a fuss, surely no one would have noticed his disappearance or disappearance for a hundred years...

I have been sitting in the car for an hour staring at the other side of the street, at the 13th alley. August is even hotter than its name. I know that the bottle of mineral water that I bought from the newsstand changes shape in my hand. I have finished the water and I have not opened the east yet. The newspaper on the dashboard looks like a white canvas under the sun. I look at the first page, which is filled with the compilation of the twenty-year vision document. Twenty years is a long time. People don't need so much time to forget their promises...

I have come after twenty days of bathing, of course, that too by force. They said that you don't have mercy on yourself, have mercy on your associates. I feel a little more bearable, like someone who is in a coma, not brain dead. The wetness of the bathroom door and wall, and the sound of the water, make me sad. I don't want to be naked, I don't want to have to close my eyes in the shower. I wish I had three hands to cover their nakedness. I check the bathroom door to see if it is locked.The water was pouring on my head and the foam of the shampoo was sliding off my face...

Babe. Today, all the shadows that were constantly whispering in my ear in this silent and blind house and wanted me not to continue this empty life and go to the land of nothing, have gathered in me and want to do the job completely do you know Loneliness has become painful and unbearable for me. I don't like to be alone in this irreversible journey. I hope you will understand and come with me willingly. But what can I do, sometimes one has to find a solution for someone who does not even know that he is suffering. to be freed from the pains and sufferings that made him old...

When I enter the last numbers of the code; My hands are shaking and I feel a little sorry. But I know, I think about how sad our world is, whether it's being born or dying, and how cruel everyone is. They come and learn quickly, kill and get along easily and forget who they were, even their loved ones die and are forgotten. They lose or lose their most valuable things and are rejected indifferently. Everyone is crying. Everyone tries to cry...

The nurse turned to the woman: "Stay here while we prepare him." And pointed to the veterans with an eyebrow: "They want to play a show."An old man was leaning on a wooden cane and staring at an unknown point. A young man was dozing on the bed.A man, in the form of a pilot, spun a plastic phantom in the air and said, "I will soon take to the skies!" and became silentThe woman, who was looking for a miracle this time, like the previous times, said to herself: "When they play a show, it means they are doing well." And a faint smile appeared on his lips...