27/12/2022
A long time ago, I accepted I will never be able to return to Iran. I’ve always wanted to be a journalist, so from a young age I knew pursuing this passion in America would mean sacrificing my ability to ever return to my country. I’ve always only dreamed of going back, telling the stories of my own people in my own language, engulfed in my own culture. When this revolution began over 100 days ago now, this fire of hope began to burn inside of me. Hope that I will be able to go back. Hope that this feeling of homesickness will one day be gone. Since ‘s death… I’ve spent every second, every minute, every day thinking about Iran. On this Christmas, this birthday, nothing can take my mind off of it. Everyone has had different pieces of advice for me on my dedication and coverage of this revolution. I know I can be relentless and stubborn but it's only because I want to go home. ❤️🤍💚