The Way It Is

As a child and all through my adolescence, the long summers in Iran seemed like nothing more than a cruel punishment. Summer vacation away from my friends? From my television shows? Previous to #IranElection, there wasn’t anything that made Iran worthwhile to me. It was hot, Tehran’s smog and pollution were suffocating, and the pasdar … Continue reading The Way It Is

Dreaming in Mashhad

The summer of '95 was one of the every-other-extremely-hot-and-dry-summers my family spent in Iran. Mom assured me that there were four weddings waiting for us, and though that fell through to several funerals, our days were still spent traveling through the vineyards of Shiraz, the mists of Northern Esfahan, the deserts of Ahvaz, the taxi … Continue reading Dreaming in Mashhad