Leaving Iran, Forty Years Ago

When a memory holds you hostage

Dr. Audrey Nieswandt
Nov 4 · 10 min read
Photo by MohammadHosein Mohebbi on Unsplash

I woke up, confused.

Squinting against the bright, bare lightbulb, I saw my mother silhouetted above me.

She pulled the warm quilt off my curled body. I shivered and grabbed at it. She pulled it back down, this time, yanking it all the way to my feet, where it slid to the linoleum floor.

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