Remembering Persia

I was a tomboy and often had fights and disagreements with my brothers.

For a baby, nothing could be softer, warmer, and nicer than her mother’s chest.

My grandma was the one who threw big parties and shouldered the responsibility to celebrate all cultural and religious events.

The words “traditional Persian dining room” remind me of sitting around the sofreh (tablecloth spread on the floor) with the rest of my family.

A major conflict between my parents was over the frequent remodeling of the salooneh paziraie (the “sitting” room).

My dioramas mostly depict westernized and Persian lifestyles because I wanted to recreate what I was raised with.

My parents’ bedroom was very private and therefore a source of curiosity to me and my six siblings.