Iranian Diaspora Quotes

I was cut off by the azan sounding... I imagined... a neural network spread throughout the entire country and to the Iranian diaspora across the whole planet. I felt very Persian just then, even though I didn't understand the chanting. Even though I wasn't Muslim. I was one tiny pulsar in a swirling, luminous galaxy of years of culture and heritage. There was nothing like it back home. Maybe the Super Bowl.

Time hasn’t eroded my essential Persianness. Instead, it has distilled it to a deep garnet glaze that drips an indelible pomegranate stain, with a trace of rose water that emanates from my pores, marked by the steady tone of the zarb played by the grandfather I never knew that tracks my sometimes stuttering heartbeat.

There's something that happens to the newly displaced. Whatever power or choice that was stripped away in the process of reluctantly leaving one's homeland is fervently reclaimed in other situations, and honing in on the best spot to sit and enjoy a meal, be it at a restaurant or a lakeside, takes on the utmost importance. . . . If nothing else, we were always prepared for any and all circumstances and with plenty of provisions to see us through.