I am Marjane Satrapi. A proud Iranian woman who would like to ask: Who are you fighting? Why are you fighting? What happened to you?
These questions are what you have forgotten to ask yourselves as you fight. You have forgotten the purpose of this war and to what better days it was supposed to bring you.
We are living in a time of financial and social crisis. People all around us are suffering. Parents are losing their jobs. Families are losing their homes. Companies are losing their profits. And everyone standing before me, are going through this as well .
I know I did.
Thinking back to when one was a child is supposed to be a happy memory, but for many of us; it is not. And it definitely isn’t a pleasant memory for me either.
Before the Iran-Iraq war, our family lived well. Not rich, …show more content…
I would sleep soundly at night without any fear of a bomb going off in the middle of the night. I would walk the streets proudly showing my hair without a care if anyone was looking.
But with the start of the 1979 revolution, more commonly known as ‘The Islamic Revolution.’ We were obliged to do many things that we didn’t need to before. But this revolution grew into something bigger. Something scarier. And on 1980 September 22nd we lost many of our freedoms. Our rights. Our liberties.
Many fled Iran to pursue their dreams and to continue to live in a society without oppression. Even I fled Iran. November 1984, I was in Austria with the idea of leaving a religious Iran for an open and secular Europe.
But it was the same everywhere I went. Everyone would look at me in a pitiful way; giving me their puppy eyes and patting me on the back always saying, ‘It will be fine.’ They would say this repeatedly, over and over again. But this didn’t help at all. The situation in Iran didn’t change. I was the same restricted girl as I was before. People still judged me on the fact that I was
These questions are what you have forgotten to ask yourselves as you fight. You have forgotten the purpose of this war and to what better days it was supposed to bring you.
We are living in a time of financial and social crisis. People all around us are suffering. Parents are losing their jobs. Families are losing their homes. Companies are losing their profits. And everyone standing before me, are going through this as well .
I know I did.
Thinking back to when one was a child is supposed to be a happy memory, but for many of us; it is not. And it definitely isn’t a pleasant memory for me either.
Before the Iran-Iraq war, our family lived well. Not rich, …show more content…
I would sleep soundly at night without any fear of a bomb going off in the middle of the night. I would walk the streets proudly showing my hair without a care if anyone was looking.
But with the start of the 1979 revolution, more commonly known as ‘The Islamic Revolution.’ We were obliged to do many things that we didn’t need to before. But this revolution grew into something bigger. Something scarier. And on 1980 September 22nd we lost many of our freedoms. Our rights. Our liberties.
Many fled Iran to pursue their dreams and to continue to live in a society without oppression. Even I fled Iran. November 1984, I was in Austria with the idea of leaving a religious Iran for an open and secular Europe.
But it was the same everywhere I went. Everyone would look at me in a pitiful way; giving me their puppy eyes and patting me on the back always saying, ‘It will be fine.’ They would say this repeatedly, over and over again. But this didn’t help at all. The situation in Iran didn’t change. I was the same restricted girl as I was before. People still judged me on the fact that I was