My name is Fairuza. I live in Tehran, Iran with my parents before I moved out to go to college. My name means "women of triumph", and here is the story of that.
She fought for liberation and the right to go to the university of her choice. She believed anything you believe in is worth fighting for.
In 1979, my mother become one of the many protestors standing outside the University of Tehran in Iran.
Almost 40 years later, I followed in the footsteps of my mother to earn an education . I earned it for me, my mother, and almost 50% of Iranian women that were denied education during Shah's reign.
After receiving my Bachelor's degree at the University of Tehran, I was eager to visit my sister, who I hadn't seen in years after she moved to the United States.
I have faith that you will do great things as we have taught you.
So... I was thinking that since I graduated college and all... if I could move to the US?
All I had to do left was to convince my parents to let me go...
Move where!! You're going to leave me alone with her!?
After finally convincing my parents to letting me go, I packed my bags, grabbed a few photos and flew to visit my sister in New York.
I felt like a had gained a new sense of confidence that I had never felt before. I felt free to do what I want, and I felt like I could walk with pride because women in Iran can not travel without a "male guardian's permission".
I noticed a coffee shop as I was walking and decided to stop in and rest for a little.
As I sat drinking my coffee, a woman approached me.
She asked if she could sit down, and I said yes for no reason other than to have some company. I felt unsure whether or not this woman was staring at me because of my clothes like so many have. I guess it's a lot different when most people around you aren't accustomed to Iran's traditional garments.