fiefoe

The dynamics between oppression and rebellion read quite familiar somehow.

Yet there was something in (my mother's) tone that kept me young and fragile and obstinate.
It is only through these empty rituals that brutality becomes possible.
Our world under the mullahs' rule was shaped by the colorless lenses of the blind censor. Not just our reality but also our fiction had taken on this curious coloration in a world where the censor was the poet's rival in rearranging and reshaping reality, where we simultaneously invented ourselves and were figments of someone else's imagination.
An absurd fictionality ruled our lives.
That small side opening was the source of endless tales of frustration, humiliation and sorrow. It was meant to make the girls ordinary and invisible. Instead, it brought them into focus and turned them into objects of curiosity.
You have to ask yourself if a man who has had sex with a chicken can then eat the chicken afterwards. Our leader has provided us with an answer: No, neither he nor his immediate family or next-door neighbors can eat of that chicken's meat, but it's okay for a neighbor who lives two doors away.

"Reading Lolita in Tehran"