Memory & Marion

My closest Iranian friend just got pregnant. I have known her for twelve…right, twelve years now. We met when we were freshman in college. “Memory,”

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The woman back home

I sit at the kitchen counter and look at my friend, Sia, not believing what my ears offer. – Sia are you freaking serious? –

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From empress to net surfer

A few days back I was in New York. Between the United Nations and other places, this white-haired ex-Iranian diplomat turned reporter had the occasion

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