I was born 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 a decade 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.