I am from Iran
9 yards of black polyester
slowly invisibly suffocating
anger waiting to explode
amidst beautiful, hospitable people
picnics by the side of the road
fragrant rice, gourmeye sabzi, shirin-e pollow
pulling my chador off while walking into the airplane –
leaving … to Fairouz singing …. kifak inta? (how are you?)
Where have you found challenge and beauty together in one place?
With the Eyes of the Heart 