Getting Out

The piece 'Getting Out' is based on my experience of leaving Iran, my homeland. As a member of the Baha’i community, I faced severe discrimination, including imprisonment and being denied higher education. When I finally left, I was almost certain I could never return safely.

I imagine a closed cabinet in the back of my mind, where I store memories and emotions no one can see. When I'm alone, I take them out, care for them, and mourn their loss. I mourn never seeing my homeland's mountains or feeling its soil again. I mourn for my loved ones still trapped there. I can't even fathom how I managed to leave. I remain uncertain if I want to go back or stay. Are they the ones stuck, or am I stuck in this forced exile?