Do not gamble with your children’s souls.
The house on Ardalan Street presented an unblemished façade. Inside lived Aria Sadreh—orator, counselor, husband, father. A man of influence, shattered by a silent war. Jealousy consumed his wife, turning their home into a battleground of unfounded rage. Then came the ultimate betrayal: for thirty-seven nights, the intimate details of their private hell were broadcast to the world—a public evisceration orchestrated by the woman who had shared his bed. In the wreckage, only one truth mattered: his daughter, Leila, an innocent soul caught in the crossfire. This is a true story, but it nearly destroyed the teller. Author Fakhri Mesri confesses that listening to Aria’s pain required medication, and the story’s toxicity would leave him incapacitated for days. Recording this memoir demanded a brutal sacrifice: working through the 3 AM dead hours for a full year, fighting technical failures and sleeplessness, driven only by the desperate need for Aria to be heard. The House on Ardalan Street is more than a memoir—it is a warning written in fire and ash. To every parent: Your selfishness, your betrayals, and your vendettas annihilate the innocent. This book shows, with unflinching honesty, how adult wars devastate children’s futures. Do not sacrifice their souls on the altar of your pride. The crooked path leads only to death—and regret.
FAKHRI MESRI FALL 2025
