Living In The Islamic Republic

The Dearer A Book Was To My Heart, The More Battered And Bruised It Became.

We Speak Of Facts, Yet Facts Exist Only Partially To Us If They Are Not Repeated And Re-created Through Emotions, Thoughts And Feelings. To Me It Seemed As If We Had Not Really Existed, Or Only Half Existed, Because We Could Not Imaginatively Realize Ourselves And Communicate To The World, Because We Had Used Works Of Imagination To Serve As Handmaidens To Some Political Ploy.

A Bad Author Can Take The Most Moral Issue And Make You Want To Just Never, Ever Think About That Moral Issue.

After The Rigged Iranian Presidential Elections In 2009, The Islamic Regime Attacked The 'humanities' As The Main Source Of Protests, The Most Effective Tool Used By The West, Especially America, To Corrupt And Incite Iranian Youth, And Finally Closed Down All The Humanities Departments In Iran's Universities.

I Finally Returned To Iran In 1979, When I Got My Degree In English And American Literature, And Stayed For 18 Years In The Islamic Republic.