Hi JOONAMS,
Thought I might dial it back tonight and just relive some great memories. Somethings you just never want to forget because it plays a pivotal role in developing your personality… your ideals… and that’s what my trips to Iran were for me.
Going to Iran was something I looked forward to the second I stepped off the plane back in the United States. Leaving my grandparents, cousins and other relatives/friends behind was always one of the hardest things I ever had to do (and still to this day nothing compares).
Tehran, Iran
I always left with this gut wrenching thought, “What if I can’t come back next year and see them again? What if this is goodbye for good?”
I’ve been back once since I graduated from college and even though, it’s only been two years– I feel like I’m gripping onto the memories in fear that one day, they just might leave me. Because now more than ever, it is unlikely I can go back for sometime.
And now there is all this talk of war and harsher sanctions — there is still the endless imprisonment of bloggers, political thinkers, and human rights defenders –
