5 posts tagged “tehran”
Here's a photo I took on my last visit to Tehran in Nov. 2007. It's taken in a huge public park (larger than Central Park in NYC). Featured in this photo are girls with what I would like to call a whole lot of 'class'...I'm sorry 'sass'. I had to document their outrageous hair peaking out from their roosari.They were more than pissed off that I was taking their photo from 500 feet away. They said some pretty nasty things to me - calling me a 'olagh' which I think translates to 'donkey' or something of that sort. My dad told the schoolgirls they should be ashamed to speak that way. They told him to mind his own business. Not a good idea....
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Tonight I saw the film Persepolis. If you don't already know what it's all about - it's basically the story of an Iranian girl that leaves her family behind in Iran for a chance at freedom in Europe - all on her own.
It made me really sad, to once again be struck in the face with the reality that I was the lucky one.
I was the child that happened to be born in America, simply because my parents wished to further their education with a master's degree.
I was the lucky one, that somehow, someway, was born at the right time - while the Shah of Iran battled cancer and sought treatment in NY, I was born.
I was the lucky one, with parents that decided to take a stab at a life of enormous uncertainty in a foreign country, all on their own, to give me the chance at freedom.
I was the lucky one, to have not endured the deep sorrow and pain that faces my family today, living in the shadows of a corrupt government, amidst a group of people that no longer can trust one another.
I am the lucky one. I am the girl that has a chance to do whatever she wishes to do in life.
I have the right to wear whatever I want [for some reason, I have just found it ironic that I choose to wear black and white stripes - the color of a prisoner's uniform].
I have the right to say what I want [it hasn't landed me in jail....yet].
I have the right to listen to the music I want...to dance in a club...to dance in public...to act like a blithering drunken idiot without fear of being clubbed in the head or whipped for my Western decadence.
I have the right to be educated. To be independent. To travel alone. To live alone and paint my toes in the late hours of the night.
I have the right to have relationships with men without the need to be married.
I have the right to paint my face [although I choose not to, even though my mom was a make-up artist].
I have the right to tell the world the way I live and the way I think and the way I speak.
But, as Marjana Satrapi so poignantly points out - Freedom Has a Price.
I, Sheima Hassanlou, have the right to live alone. Apart from the rest of my family, clear on the other side of the world. I have the right to not see my cousins grow up. I have the right to not share stories with my grandparents over tea. I have the right to not be a part of my family's lives...
Freedom Has a Price.
And I pay the price every single day of my life.
To my family all over this huge world, I am thinking of you. I may not show it. I may not know how to say it. But I think of you. All of you.
With soooo much love,
[sheima]
Today I ate more food than my stretchy pants could handle. I also learned that wearing a Puma zip-up track suit underneath my Islamic approved garb was a bad idea while eating at a restaurant.
Today I also had some good discussions with my family re: Persian typography and design. Good business ideas and creative endeavours to pursue in the very near future [if only my inspiration can turn into perspiration].
Tomorrow I visit with more family at ISCO [ which stands for something clever ] and hopefully get some writing samples from someone in my family with a knack for Persian penmanship.
Up on deck:
Plans to see an Iranian film at a theatre
Find Iranian design / typography books to buy
Drink a Pomegranate Slushy at a tiny corner window shop called Africa
Visit more family
Eat incredibly delicious food that will make me feel bloated all day
Dance [ while hopefully not bloated ]
Spend some time with my dad and grandmother
Drink Turkish coffee and hear my fortune from my grandmother or aunt [ and in the process learn a thing or two about telling fortunes ]
Take tons of photos and little video snippets
Show off my MacBook Pro to my family [ they really dig iCal and iPhoto so far, After Effects was not appealing as I wiped off all projects prior to coming here for some dumb reason ]
Scoping out the many 2007 BMW models hitting the streets of Tehran [ people pay DOUBLE the price for BMWs here in CASH. This means a $90,000 7 Series retails here for $180,000. And there is no such thing as leasing here. Or credit for that matter. Pay in full. Cash ]
Drink tea...
Watch satellite television while thinking of working for Dubai 1 network in, well, Dubai
SOME FOTOS FROM TEHRAN BAZAAR taken yesterday:
HERE'S SOME PICS OF ME AT A TEAHOUSE IN TEHRAN. I'M WITH MY AUNTS AND MY GRANDMOTHER. THE OLD GUY WITH THE PRAYER BEADS IS SOME RELIGIOUS DUDE THAT TRIED HOOKING ME UP WITH SOME RELIGIOUS DUDE THAT WAS QUITE YOUNGER THAN HE.
HMM. NOT SO MUCH.
BTW, EVERYONE HERE THINKS I'M A FRICKIN' ARAB THANKS TO THE PATTERN ON MY HEADSCARF. NO ONE UNDERSTAND I ROCK THE HOUNDSTOOTH CUZ IT'S FUCKING RAD AND BLACK AND WHITE.
WHATEVER.
PEOPLE LOOK AT ME ALL SORTS OF STRANGE WHEN I WALK DOWN THE STREET. PEOPLE SAY THINGS. LOTS OF THINGS. AND I LAUGH IN THEIR FACE AS I APPROACH THEM CUZ I SEEM TO SPEAK THIS FARSI LANGUAGE QUITE FLUENTLY.
HATE THE FACT THAT PEOPLE HERE GOTTA HATE ANYTHING THAT'S SLIGHTLY OUT OF THE NORM....
...NOW U KNOW WHY I'M SUCH A HATER. APPARENTLY, IT'S IN MY BLOOD.
I'M REALLY NOT ALL THAT ANGRY RIGHT NOW, JUST BEEN A CRAZY WEEK.
THINGS I'VE DEALT WITH THIS WEEK:
FAMILY DYSFUNCTIONALITY TO THE NTH DEGREE
FAMILY MEMBER IN MASSIVE CAR WRECK / NECK SURGERY
SHISH KABOB
MORE SHISH KABOB
FRESH BREAD
WAKING UP EVERYDAY AT 6 AM
LOTS OF MUSIC VIDEOS COURTESY OF SATELLITE TELEVISION BROADCASTED FROM DUBAI
WISHES OF WORKING ON MUSIC VIDEOS IN DUBAI [ TAX FREE! ]
WISHING THERE WERE OPIUM IN THAT HOOKAH
MISSING MY AMERICAN BATHROOM
FEARING FOR MY LIFE IN THE MIDST OF ARCHAIC TRAFFIC
THINKING OF THOSE BACK HOME
MISSING MY PHONE
MISSING MY EMAIL
MISSING MY BLOG
MISSING MY INTERNET
MISSING MY CAR DEARLY BUT NEVER WISHING FOR IT TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR HERE
TOTALLY STOKED TO HANG OUT WITH FAMILY AGAIN
LOTS OF DANCING
LISTENING TO JOHNNY CASH IN THE MIDDLE OF WEEKEND TRAFFIC IN DOWNTOWN TEHRAN
SEEING A COUSIN IN A VIDEO MIMIC MY DANCING [SCARY]
CONSTANTLY LOST IN THOUGHT AS TO WHY EVERYTHING IS SO DAMN DIFFICULT HERE
and many other things that i can ramble about.....
until later, my friends....
