Whenever my family talked about our heritage, there was always a conflicting description. Often times, the topic would come up at dinner, and a heated debate would occur about the government. Usually, my mom would rant about how unfairly the government treated the people …show more content…
An U.S. history textbook would portray Iran as the devil who took American hostages, yet an Iranian textbook would glorify the country as an utopia. In the eyes of an average American, Iran is considered an enemy due to unjust grouping with terrorist people, but the imposed theocratic state also causes trouble due to human rights abuses. Surprisingly, I had a negative view on the entire country as well, and I would dread going to a country where I had to cover due the government’s religious beliefs. I could not stand being in a country where my status as a woman was just barely better than dirt. As I grew up, Iran seemed to be more popular in the news; gone were the days where classmates would question, “What is Iran?” Although I should have been proud of my heritage, I often would dread telling others where I was from. I didn’t want the immediate judgements made about my country to be projected onto me. I yearned to be an exception, but how could I expect others to be open-minded about me while I judged my own background? Having all the information from my research does not mean I thought about all