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 3)
December 14th 2022: It was around 9 pm when all of the worries and anxieties I had been running from in the past few months suddenly overwhelmed me. I broke down. Seeking refuge, I walked towards the bathroom. I sat down, my head buried in my hands, tears streamed down my cheeks like a waterfall. … Continue reading Iranian Revolution Diary (part 3)
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?