So I’ve started reading Azar Nafisi’s book “Reading Lolita In Tehran” and I’ve got about half the book left. In her group of students there are every type of young women that occur in Iran, the religious one, the one that has to obey her parents, the one that is a prisoner of her brother, the one with the modern husband, the one with the dreams, the spinster and the divorced one. They are all very different and yet very similar in the way that they all want the freedom to be themselves, something that most people in free countries take for granted.
Many of my cousins, aunts, friends and other relatives that are living in Iran are in the same situation. Some aren’t allowed to socialize with people that aren’t related to them, others have to hand over their cellphone every now and then so that their male relatives can check if a man calls them and some aren’t allowed to work because they will bring shame on the family.
Someone has to stand up and break the circle. The “you have destroyed our honour” speech is getting old.
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