Iran and I: Falling in love with my homeland that was never my home

I journeyed halfway around the world. I found myself.

The modern urban landscape, Tehran.
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My mother's voice was strained on the other end of the telephone. In fact, she was terrified. She had asked me thousands of times not to go to Iran. And there I was, telling her I was going anyway.

My parents fled Iran in 1982, three years after the Islamic Revolution that radically changed their home. I was born in the United States. I had never set foot on Iranian soil.

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Alma Bahman

Alma Bahman is Chicago-based writer and editor covering B2B and business. She's previously written for the Lawrence Journal-World and WBEZ.org.