Tag Archives: family

house of sand and fog.

everything in tehran used to be something else. vali asr street was pahlavi street, named after the monarch before he was dethroned. esteghlal was the hilton before sanctions meant US businesses could no longer operate here. and the land upon … Continue reading

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coming home.

my mother showered me with stories of growing up in iran when i was a child. she created a magical space in my mind of a country i was born connected to, but felt i would never see. i wanted … Continue reading

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memento.

i’m feeling positively disoriented today. not even sure how long i’ve been back from los angeles, i’m a little overwhelmed with confusion. how could my time in a city that operates at such a slow pace, pass by so quickly? … Continue reading

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LA confidential.

i’m trading in my sneakers for flip flops this week as i switch coasts from east to west. after all, how could i resist the temptation of california’s comfort when there’s only one tiny continent separating us now? this experience … Continue reading

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