This is me, Laleh, and my husband, Ramin. We have both lived in Iran our entire lives. Things have recently been getting violent in our neighborhood, and protests usually end in bloodshed and arrests.
But where would we go? Our whole lives are here.
My initial reaction to my pregnancy was absolute joy, but realizing what raising a child in Iran today meant made me sick to my stomach.
Ramin, I'm pregnant!
What is this country??
I often found myself strolling past playgrounds, imagining my future son or daughter being forced to abide by such ridiculous rules.
Get your veil back on right this second or you will be flogged!
Ramin, we cannot raise this child in Iran. There is too much unrest here, with the bombings and all.
That night I thought about the child we would soon bring into the world, and the strange reality that would become their norm.
Well...I suppose I've always wanted to go to London
We realized that leaving Iran would soon be impossible. The very next week we bought an apartment sight-unseen and soon after said good-bye to our parents.
Amaya loves when Ramin's parents come to visit. I am so proud of the decision we made years ago, but above all, I am proud we have not forgotten where we came from or what it has taught us.