Pictures truly worth a thousand words!!

When I started my job as a journalist, every night I had interesting stories to tell my family.  The people I had seen, the places I had gone to.  My father told me on the first day that I should document my life, keep a journal.  I did.  But I also went a step further [...]

Pishkesh!! (Gift)

A few years back, I realized that when I’m gone there won’t be anything for people to remember me with and my name might very well die with me.  And that is the worst thing that could ever happen to a person.
So … I decided to do something about it.  With help from my very [...]


About

N. KarimiI was born on Aug. 25th 1978 – Only a few months before the event that changed the course of history in the land I call home — Iran.

I’ve now been trying, for over 12 years to rediscover this land. I’ve been a journalist. A “Foreign Journalist”. My countrymen call me a foreigner and the foreigners call me an Iranian. Neither accept me as their own, and THIS is truly a blessing. I don’t necessarily have to tailor myself to the norms of either side. I am a stateless person, in terms of traditions and social norms.

I have seen many things and have heard even more. Many of them cannot even be told to your child at night as a bedtime story. But each has had its effect on my character and my understanding of this world.