3 years ago this date, I got on an old stinky bus that took me to a big dusty coop near the city of Kerman, and my horrible 21 months plus 15 days of conscription began. The bitter taste should have been dissolved by now _after all, a year and ¼ have passed since I collected all the signatures that[……]
How many times have you rolled on your side on your bed in the dead silence and darkness of past 3 a.m. after several efforts to fall asleep, and with wide open eyes looking at a dark corner of your room saying in sotto voce that “this is not my life”?
My mother kept asking me why I want to leave all the convenience I have in my country and go live in a different country where I might be mocked for my skin color, hair color, accent, and nationality; or somewhere that I have no equal rights to the native inhabitants. But she stopped asking when I r[……]
After writing so much lies about happiness, ambition, and that sort of stuff in the SOPs and application letters that I have sent to different universities in the past month, I’m thinking what great freedom it is to write the truth in a personal website. It’s much better than any social network. I h[……]