My mom is flying back to iran tomorrow. almost every day here she tried to convince me to go back to iran, "now I understand how hard it is" she says. It was my fault actually, when I was looking for a place almost every night I cried after all that rejections just because of being student or Iranian, especially when my deadline came and passed.. I mean imagine one of them said I won't give my house because I had an Iranian tenant who set my house on fire. Accidents are related to nationality? I said.. any way, that's past now. I told her if it gets harder than the depression and hopelessness I experienced in iran I will get back.

It is not like iran is a hell but it is different for different persons. That kind of environment eats my spirit.




Stone ghost; pastel on paper, 1998