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They always made sure my siblings and I had everything we needed and wanted — toys, games, our favorite treats and, since I loved art, my parents made sure I went to art class every week.
The little English they spoke had a strong fresh-off-the-boat accent, which the class clowns could impeccably impersonate.
And so, I distanced myself from my inherited culture and I stopped speaking Farsi. Times, Newsweek and many other secular publications were far too un-kosher to be permissible, so I picked up a copy of the free Jewish Journal to keep myself updated on current events.
Like many others who fled their homeland, my parents felt most comfortable in their ethnic Persian-Jewish enclave, and the obvious choice for them was to send me to a local religious Jewish girls’ school. The school’s mission was to educate future Jewish mothers. Considering that 75 percent of the school day was Torah-based, which you read from right to left, I instinctively started reading the Journal from the back cover.
Matchmakers would call the school after graduation or seminary to ask about our prayer habits and modesty. You can find him backstage at a Paul Oakenfold concert, or running in a 5K to cure cancer.
And as I learned about topics far outside my school’s narrow confines, I gained a strong sense of my intricate identity.
Through Gina Nahai’s poetic descriptions of Iran, pre- and post-Revolution, I became a proud Persian-Jewish woman.
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