The room fell silent as everyone drifted away. Sunlight slowly poured through the two large windows — in Tehran, there is always an abundance of it. Sitting at the warm desk, I wondered how often we judge people we know nothing about. If I had been born somewhere in those mountains between Pakistan and China, wouldn’t my fate have unfolded differently? Would I have been a strict Muslim woman? And would anyone have even thought to ask me?
Для меня было загадкой - почему новая девушка в нашем классе постоянно садилась возле меня? Ее звали Марьян, не так давно она со своей семьей переехала жить из Пакистана в Иран.