December 21st 2022 : I received a message from my Italian friend, who was checking on me and my family's well-being. It had been a while since we had spoken, and his concern for the situation in Iran touched my heart. In my response, I told him that I wasn't in the best state of … Continue reading Iranian Revolution Diary (part 4)
Iranian Revolution Diary (part 1)
November 20th 2022: Yousef participated in a big protest in Berlin. With his camera lens as his witness, he shared with me the videos he had taken. Through the snow, people shouted with a fierce passion. The cold didn't matter. Meanwhile, my sister sent me a song on Telegram. It was a cover of Shervin's … Continue reading Iranian Revolution Diary (part 1)
Tehran, Gallo, where am I?
It's Monday. The old clock on the wall is dead but still making a noise. It stopped at 12:50. The fog outside has slightly touched the windows. I'm sitting on the couch and writing. There is some stuff on the couch; a few blankets, a local musical instrument that is very similar to an Iranian … Continue reading Tehran, Gallo, where am I?
What color is your passport?
Living in a cosmopolitan atmosphere has led me to notice a few differences between nations. Never can I generalize people only by their nationality. But undoubtedly only an Iranian can understand what it feels like to be nervous for several months in a row just worrying about a visa. How it feels like when your … Continue reading What color is your passport?
A slice of me 