Iran Votes: Reflections Four Years Later

Published June 14, 2013 | One response so far
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Four years ago, in mid-June, I headed on a trip to Iran after not having the visited the country for a decade. It was meant to be a personal trip, but in many ways I got more than I bargained for. As I wrote in a journal on route to Tehran: “When I planned this
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Marzieh Ghiasi

When political analysts fail

Published March 15, 2011 | 2 responses so far
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… and take a joke way too seriously. An article in Foreign Policy a couple of days ago made me chuckle and I thought I’d share. The article is about former Iranian president Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani who was recently deposed from his position as the head of the Assembly of Experts of the Leadership in
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  • Feb. 8th, 2011 · Pedestrian
    Sidewalk Lyrics is a must-read collection of memories, thoughts, and commentaries by a 20-something year old anonymous ‘Pedestrian’ in Tehran. As virtue of being written by third culture kid who has in her own words straddled between Iran and Canada, the narrative is accessible to both Iranian and Western readers. Many of us, I would say in error, believe that our own narratives and experiences are largely representative of those of others. But each unique narrative, like a brushstroke, can at best paint a part of the picture that transcends into common experience. Pedestrian’s brushstrokes are incredibly rich, poignant and nuanced; and while maintaining strong opinions, for most of the time I’ve read her blog, as evident in this excerpt from one of her entries, she has kept an awareness of the uniqueness of experience — which makes her writing all the more relate-able.
    “In some protests, while I was there, physically, bodily, mind and soul … My friend who was on a different street just a few blocks away from me, saw radically different things, a radically different city all together … and we had no way of merging our competing landscapes. As if even being there wasn’t enough to allow you to get a firm grasp of reality; it wasn’t enough to allow you to escape the enigma & ambiguity. We were writing a Book of Laughter and Forgetting, every single day.”Source
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