After nine years of separation, I was finally able to step foot on the soil of my roots. I was greeted by the embrace of my family, a familiar awareness which felt as if I had never left. I fought back my tears, although seeded from happiness, for not wanting to miss a single moment of my reunion.
My American-Iranian heritage is something I treasure and am immensely proud of. So much so that I’ve been sharing my culture with you for some time on my blog. When my twelve day respite to Tehran was organized, I knew I wanted to take you there with me through the lense of my amateur digital camera.
While I sort through my four hours of footage, I’d like to share this clip with you.