This is a picture of my family in my early childhood. It's taken before the change, known as the Iranian Revolution. My mum was a housewife and my father was a well-known activist.
I was truly happy growing up. Like every other child, my childhood was full with joy and laughter. Life was seamless until things changed for the worse...
Soon protests started all over town and my dad was a key figure there. He worked at publishing company and would often criticize the government. He usually came late at night, as he had lots of work to do.
At home every night was a challenge. We were worried whether dad was alright.
Mommy, when is daddy coming home?
Soon enough, son!
Whenever I was feeling down, I went to my friend, Fahime. Her dad died just before she was born, so she never related to what I was saying.