Living In The Islamic Republic Is Like

Most Great Works Of The Imagination Were Meant To Make You Feel Like A Stranger In Your Own Home. The Best Fiction Always Forced Us To Question What We Took For Granted. It Questioned Traditions And Expectations When They Seemed To Immutable.

Lots Of Times You Can Feel As An Exile In A Country That You Were Born In.

None Of Us Can Avoid Being Contaminated By The World's Evils; It's All A Matter Of What Attitude You Take Towards Them.

After The Rigged Iranian Presidential Elections In 2009, The Islamic Regime Attacked The 'humanities' As The Main Source Of Protests, The Most Effective Tool Used By The West, Especially America, To Corrupt And Incite Iranian Youth, And Finally Closed Down All The Humanities Departments In Iran's Universities.

When I Walked Down The Streets, I Asked Myself, Are These My People?, Is This My Hometown, Am I Who I Am?