This essay is gonna be about three different stories such as cairo: My city, our revolution, reading Lolita in Tehran and persepolis 2: The story of a return ill be starting with cairo: My city, our revolution security vehicles racing to get out of town and all the men leaning over the parapet above us with stones in their hands stopped in mid-throw and yelled `Run! Run!’ and held off the with the stones so they wouldn’t hit us as we skittered through the screeching vehicles to a spot where we could scramble up the bank and join the people at the mouth of the bridge….so we can rin through the underpass, scrambled up the bank and found ourselves within, inside, and part of the masses. At the other end of the midan, from the roof of the american
