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467 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1992
“You know that isn’t right,� I screamed. “If you and your men are God-fearing and religious, you have to help the weak, regardless of what those poor women do for a living! You’re supposed to protect people in danger, no matter who the government is!�Tomorrow begins the first batch of the classes that need finishing before I return to UCLA. Thus far, only one has made its required reading explicit, and with a title such as 46A British Writers: Medieval to Renaissance, it is obvious which physiognomic aspects of authorial repute will be focused upon. Still, this stratified learning is much too cloaked with normalized terms, disguising a very narrow part of an already narrow field with vague generalizations and institutionalized gatekeeping meant to be swallowed whole by each and every student. Turning this book around, I see the phrases 'Middle Eastern Studies' and 'Women's Studies' printed on the back. In fairness to this phenomenal work, I will render all that Shakespeare and Beowulf I will be chowing down as 'United Kingdom Studies' and 'Men's Studies', and balance my class required reading with outside reading accordingly.
All around her, young Iranian women were getting educations, becoming teachers and nurses, growing interest in reading about and discussing politics and society. She sensed that all this was good for women and for country, yet it seemed to fly in the face of the tradition she loved. The world she lived in was changing in ways she didn’t understand and couldn’t stop, and now I was setting out alone to America, to live there by myself. Her pain was not something she was angry at me for inflicting, but it was also not something she could bear to discuss with me.There's a whole host of nonfiction books with titles like these, sensationalized quips that until recently have always sent me scurrying in the opposite directions. This being the case, I don't have a lot of experience with them, but if even a few of them are this rich in scope, this critically engaging in plot, this comprehensive in sociopolitical knowledge of a country far off from my own, I will have to start devouring them in earnest. Sattareh Farman Farmaian's (name cut short by Eurocentric whims) autobiography is one that forgoes the quibbling over whether such self-reflexive writing can be called nonfiction or otherwise. Instead of pandering to such definitions of "fact" or excusing creative insertion through obfuscation, she states at the very beginning that this is her life as she knew it, and will be written accordingly.
The United States, having foisted on us a leader who had never allowed any other leaders to develop, seemed to have no policy for dealing with the eventuality that he might not have survive. If the State Department didn’t know enough by now to decide on what position to take, I wondered, what had the CIA been doing in our country all those years, with its big American Embassy and its helpful Iranian businessmen and its many dear friends at the imperial court and in General Nassiri’s office? America now appeared as blind, confused, and desperate as the Shah himself.If history does not horrify you, you are not reading the right history. This is as simply as I can put my experiences of 2014, one that I did not expect to turn so overtly political and now cannot think it could have turned out any better. It is fitting that 2015 starts with more of the same, a work initially added for its 500 GBBW qualities and foreign landscape and ultimately favored for describing a life by a woman who should have won the Nobel Prize. Judging by ratings on ŷ is not the best way to gauge how well known Farmaian is known offline. However, as this offline that is in my case one of the heavily indoctrinated manipulators of the author's life and her country's fate, I doubt I would have ever read her book had I not been on this site.
Recently, however, Al Azhar University in Cario, the greatest institution of Islamic learning in the world, had issued a ruling on birth control, citing passages from the Koran in which the Prophet commanded believers to care for the health and welfare of women and children. This ruling stated that birth control was in accordance with Islamic law, because the planning and spacing of children promoted the health of women and the financial well-being of the entire family.I will not delve into summary beyond what quotes I have offered, for the insights she offers of Islam, Iran, and all the work she did for her beloved people are best experienced in her own words. These insights are valuable not only for being grounded in a country much abused by my blindered-media, but are fully involved with the movements of the 20th century, vital to any whose conceptions of Farmaian's world extend from the Arabian Nights to terrorists and leave a vast gap in between. Her story is only a small part of this wealth of thought and history, and I can only hope to live to see the end of this latest "peril" of the US mind and the regeneration of this rest of the world that follows.
With its last word on the subject, the American press was reducing the most benevolent and democratic leader we had ever had to a foolish, half-mad old man making an indecent spectacle of himself in public.Beyond the tidbits both historical and sociopolitical, her thoughts on the upheavals sparked some of my own. While she does not pretend the United States is as powerfully benevolent as she believed in her youth, she does view democracy as a goal and praises the "freedom of speech" US citizens have in comparison to Iranians. While I value it as well, I find you cannot call it "free" so long as capitalism is in place. The experience I've had with social justice movements has shown me that the ultimate threat to protests and, indeed, "radical" thoughts, are the connections lost, the career-ruining jail time served, the boss' that fire "threats to the workplace" and many an online arguer whose every statement screams "I will not respect you due to your common humanity, but due to the fear you inspire in me that what I think will bar me from making a living by having the same thoughts as all those likely to hire/network with/get me in the door." When you see how the US government treats the homeless and those unable to make the right emotional bonds to get respect for their right to live, the fear is real.
My mother looked troubled. “God forbid that mullahs should come to power,� she said after a moment. “Religion should remain religion.�Farmaian berates herself near the end of the book for believing her social work excused her using the oppressive government for her own ends. It may be this that turns away those readers who have not yet stopped due to the 12-year old bride, the multiple wives, and any other sensationalized excuses that evaporate when faced with issues of owned slaves, age of consents in "civilized" countries, and systematic genocide. In the end, the author does not set those against her as enemies, but instead acknowledges how her privilege enabled her to escape being pushed until millions of others could be pushed no more. It is a privilege that could be overwhelmed in any country, and the US serves as an example of survival only due to its blood-thirst, sacrilegious opportunism, and ideological hierarchy. It has turned its guns on protesters before; perhaps it is only the memory of Iran and other revolutions it lost its grip on that stop it from going farther.
Perhaps, after all, Iranians were not unique in their faithlessness, merely human; other nations had been luckier in their history than we.This is a life that went a far more complicated pathway of morals and loyalty than anything of the dominant discourse can offer, a dominant discourse that has only worsened with 9/11 and its military industrial complexed response. That is no reason to not read it.