Returning to the Land
This summer, I found myself in Iran in the midst of an escalating international conflict, admittedly not the most pragmatic of decisions. After a four-hour drive from the Imam Khomeini airport in Tehran, I arrive at my grandmother’s house on the Caspian Sea.
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In 1982, my parents packed a suitcase and paid a smuggler to help them escape from Tehran, Iran. The reason? Me.



