Articles By: Bahar_Anooshahr
From the moment I saw a photo of Masouleh sent to me by my friend, I was hooked. We had just recently left Iran, presumably for good, when he mailed the photo to me. I never knew when I’d see this place
We left the movie theater and found a cab within a few minutes. As expected, Mom asked for darbast (meaning please don’t pick up other passengers along the way). I wish he had, because maybe the added number of people would have ignited his sense of responsibility.
“Move towards me Bahar, farther back please,” Mom kept telling me with a glare. It was my first time riding a bus in Tehran. Until then, I had only peered through the buses from the street, while trying to capture a photo of how men and women sit in separate sections
Because of the length of my stay in Iran, I decided to have a look at its healthcare system. Curious about my own field, oral and maxillofacial surgery, and its range of cases, I requested to shadow a surgeon in the operating room.
Mom, my favorite list maker, wants me to sit with her as she writes down her grocery list and add whatever I need to it. I don’t want to go shopping. Nothing against shopping, it’s just that in Iran it’s a production for a woman to go outside