My Mother Always Told Me I Had

In All The Dictatorships, There's Such A Non-understanding Of What Human Beings Are. I Mean, If You Believe In The Bible, You Have The Story Of Adam And Eve And God Tells Them, "do Whatever You Want. The Only Thing You Shouldn't Do Is Eat The Apple." What Do They Do The First Thing? They Eat The Apple. So If You Know A Little Bit The Psychology Of Human Beings, You Have To Understand That If You Say Something You Should Not Do, Then Everybody Wants To Do It.

Death, Torture And Prison Are Part Of Daily Life For The Youth Of Iran. They Are Not Like Us, My Friends And I At Their Age; They Are Not Scared. They Are Not What We Were. They Hold Hands And Scream: “don’t Be Afraid! Don’t Be Afraid! We Are Together!” They Understand That No One Will Give Them Their Rights; They Must Go Get Them.

The Regime Had Understood That One Person Leaving Her House While Asking Herself: Are My Trousers Long Enough?' Is My Veil In Place?' Can My Make-up Be Seen?' Are They Going To Whip Me?' No Longer Asks Herself: Where Is My Freedom Of Thought?' Where Is My Freedom Of Speech?' My Life, Is It Livable?' What's Going On In The Political Prisons?

I Call Iran Home Because No Matter How Long I Live In France, And Despite The Fact That I Feel Also French After All These Years, To Me The Word 'home' Has Only One Meaning: Iran. I Suppose It's That Way For Everyone: Home Is The Place Where One Is Born And Raised.

Whether This Tale Be True Or False, None Can Tell, For None Were There To Witness It Themselves.