"Killing the blossoms won't delay the spring," they say. The acid rain from the bombardment of oil facilities still remains on my car. As they warned us about breathing poisonous air in #Tehran, the naïve branch in front of my grandmother's house blossomed regardless.
We hate sorrow so much in this country that if you cry in public people almost never ask if you’re okay — they look at you with fear, as though you’re mentally ill and a threat to them.