I was born in Iran and, like so many others, we fled the country during the Revolution, fearing religious persecution. I still remember it vividly: I was 6 years old and confused. My mom, grandmother, and I packed two suitcases and planned to leave for two weeks, until the unrest died down. That was in 1979. We never went back to Iran. We moved to Indiana to stay with my maternal uncles. Growing up there was great, and the people were very kind to us overall. Of course, there were still situations where I was bullied because I didn’t look like the other kids. Being the outsider and “different” was hard and painful. I was always in a state of change trying to fit in as an immigrant.
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