Personally, I don’t like writers trying to make money off others’ real-life stories by simply narrating them as their own stories. They are selling books without sharing the revenues with the plight of those directly affected and living characters of the story.

This money discussion apart, I have something else to say. But first, read a story by an Iranian female writer “Laleh Chini“;

I remember there was an old ruined mansion in Bushehr (Iran) where people could pay a little amount to go inside. We visited the wrecked house a few times in my childhood. The story behind it was so sad but more importantly, a life lesson which was probably why they took us to the palace several times.

The story goes that the owner was a very rich merchant who was a profligate spender to show off how wealthy he was. People used to say…