Category: Short stories by Azam Abidov

There was a mosque near Makhzun’s house. Nine-year-old, he came back from school by noon, stood on the threshold, and met and greeted everyone moving along to Friday-prayer. He only observed such a crowd on this day. His father used[…]

One night, since the 15-year-old elder son was listening to music in a small children’s room and was threatening to slightly hit his brothers for telling his parents about a ‘love sms’ he wrote to his beloved, and thus was[…]