From Hamid Naficy's The Making of Exile Cultures: Iranian Television in Los Angles (University of Minnesota Press, 1993), pp. 1-2. A couple of year ago,

I have two favorite cafes in Tehran. They belong to different times, different epochs even. They are in geo-socially distant, absolutely disparate parts of town.

A couple of days ago, I was talking to a friend about Iran, and he asked me how old I was when I had moved

For those of you who could not view the last total solar eclipse of the millennium on August 11, you probably missed not only a

I hope I never forget that summer day in 1975. The Shah was planning to visit Mashhad and the Hyatt Hotel had been booked out

I have seen it all. Today is my anniversary of becoming a foreigner. I have spent half of my 28 years in Iran, half outside

Occasionally, I like to pause and contemplate the meaning of life and essence of human existence. For some inexplicable reason it becomes meditation for my

I remember I would stand by the door holding a dozaari waiting to hear the sound of the yakhie from the pich-e kucheh before darting