A few years later, when the Revolution ended, in 1979, I was watching TV in our living room when I heard a knock. What a surprise! It was my father standing in front of me!
We serve true justice in the name of Iran!
All of us thought that we could start over and have a normal life. For a moment, we were the happiest family on the Earth. My needs around the house were not needed anymore and I could finally focus on my education.
A few months had passed since dad’s return. Mom had just erased the sullen expression on her face that she had been keeping on for years. That night dad did not come home. Me and mom stayed up until sunrise, but there was no news of dad.
On the next day, someone found him stabbed in his car with a note on his lap. He was assassinated by some of the anti-revolutionists.
We were devastated. That time we had no other choice, but to leave Tehran. A close friend of my mother’s helped us leave the country. The two of us left everything, except for our passports and some money, and got on an old truck packed with people who have lost all hope, just like us.