Americans are bombarded with media coverage of the three-decade-old Islamic Republic and its nuclear aspirations. But there's more to Iran than Ahmdainejad, as can be seen in the Smithsonian's Freer and Sackler Galleries' new project, Feast Your Eyes: A Taste of Luxury in Ancient Iran. The Atlantic invited a panel of Iranian-American leaders to discuss the exhibit. Taking part in the dialogue are Azar Nafisi, the much-acclaimed Iranian-American author of long-standing New York Times bestseller Reading Lolita in Tehran; Massumeh Farhad, chief curator and curator of Islamic Art Freer Gallery of Art and Arthur M. Sackler Gallery; and Mahnaz Afkhami.
In Remembering Childhood in the Middle East: Memoirs from a Century of Change
Powerful as my grandfather was, he was overshadowed by the status and authority of my grandmother, who was a Qajar princess. I knew that Grandfather was sick. That particular afternoon, the doctor walked into the room and didn’t come out for a long time. Then, suddenly, my mother rushed out. She took my hand and told me that in a hushed voice that my grandfather wanted to see me. He looked at me with gray, watery eyes and patted my head and said something I couldn’t understand. That night, Grandfather died and the whole household was flung into a new era.
In A Map of Hope / Marjorie Agosin (ed.)
We have learned first hand that nothing is worth the suffering, death, and destruction brought about by ideologies that in their fervor uproot so much and destroy so many and then fade away, blow up, or self-destruct. We have paid with the days of our lives for the knowledge that nothing good or beautiful can come from harshness and ugliness.
Along with the loss of our culture and home comes the loss of the traditional patriarchal structures that flouted our lives in our own land. The pain of breaking out of our cultural cocoon brings with it the possibility of an expanded universe and a freer, more independent self. We are all "damaged," but we repair ourselves into larger, deeper, more humane personalities. Indeed, the similarities between our lives as women and as women in exiles supersede every other experience we have encountered as members of different countries, classes, cultures, professions, and religions. We echo each other when we say the world is our home and repeat wistfully that it means we have no home. We talk of having gained identification with a more universal cause. We have also learned firsthand that nothing is worth the suffering, death, and destruction brought about by ideologies that in their fervor uproot so much and destroy so many and then fade away, blow up, or self-destruct.
1994 / The University Press of Virginia / Charlottesville, VA
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