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An employee at the Caspian Restaurant in Germantown, Maryland, a Iranian-owned restaurants with branches around the Maryland, DC, Virginia area, recently communicated to two individuals who went into the restaurant to use the restroom that the facilities were only available to paying customers. At first the two men accepted and began to leave; after a moment, however, they started arguing with him, at which point the employee calmly asked them to leave the premises. The video begins with a man displaying his Keffiyeh, asserting that the employee's actions are motivated by racism, claiming that the scarf is the reason for asking them to leave. The part where the employee explains that the restrooms are for paying customers, however, has been omitted, and the entire exchange has been posted on social media without the main issue about the exchange being described. The proprietor, Mr. Amir told Iran So Far Away that many of the random people who have come into the re...
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Michailovic pushed his glasses back and sighed.   “The following numbers are being released. ”The numbers came spitting out of Michailovic’s mouth, resembling in more ways than one a madman with a machine gun in a massacre.   Hardly anyone showed any reaction, making it impossible to tell whether they were shot or not.   The notable exceptions were a couple of smiles breaking out here and there as some numbers were being skipped.   As the list carried on, Callahan realized that before long it would be zooming in at an alarming rate on his proximity. Callahan had no idea who those ahead of him were, but he could see that none of them were making the cut.   He considered it good, after all the more gone before him, the higher his chances were.   He looked up at Michailovic, almost trying to read his lips before the words were spat out. “116.” Callahan looked around, trying to identify the holder of this number.   However, no one was responding. “117.” C...
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 In the 80s I got mono which made my body very loose.  
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"My mother is Italian, and my father is Iranian. I was in second grade in 1980, at the height of the Iranian hostage crisis, when two classmates bullied me, claiming I was the granddaughter of the Ayatollah Khomeini. My vehement denials landed all three of us in the principal’s office. “Camel jockey” and “mud duck” were commonly hurled in my direction as I grew up. I am not Muslim, but I am of Middle Eastern heritage. And that made me a recipient of impolite comments about “where I belong”—i.e., not in the U.S. I bought into the lies. At age 7, I soaked in all the hatred toward Muslims and Iranians. I rejected my father, his religion, and his culture. My father was hurt. He stopped trying to teach me Farsi. He didn’t drag me to Persian New Year celebrations in Irvine. But he understood. " - Larissa Chiari-Keith  
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“Kurt, I’m so glad you called.   I have to talk to you.   Something wonderful has happened and I want you to be the first to know even though I’m not supposed to tell anyone yet, but I can never keep a secret and this is too big to be kept a secret anyway.”   Kurt allowed for another laugh or two from Becky before she continued, “While we were in the Solomon Islands one night in our hotel right after we came back upstairs from dinner our entire room was decorated in roses and balloons.   I first couldn’t figure out what was going on but when I turned to Darren he got down on one knee and proposed to me.   I was so dumbfounded I didn’t know what to say.   I actually left him hanging there for a few seconds before he asked me again and told me he wouldn’t get up until he got an answer.   Of course I said yes.”   Becky giggled again.   “Darren and I are getting married.” Kurt paused for a second to let the information sink in.   “Wow, t...
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Back in the 80s I enjoyed taking my sock off and eating it.  
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I found a world where the neighborhood car washer who lived in the street, was someone everybody knew and gave gifts to on Eid'e Gorban (a Shiite tithing holiday). I never saw a beggar in that Iran. No matter how poor a person was, he would be selling something even if it was only pencils or gerdou (brine pickled walnuts.) I found a world where family elders would still help settle the marital disputes of their children and nephews and nieces. I found a world where everyone was in charge and no one was a subordinate which made organizing anything, even something as simple as the tenants of a six unit apartment building trying to collect the money to buy another tank of heating fuel, almost impossible and yet it was a world where humanity was the measuring stick. I learned the meaning of: "What is possible everywhere else in the world is impossible...
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I attended my first prom at age 53. Contrary to what I learned in movies no teenage crises were solved that night.  
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“Did I tell you about this new restaurant idea that I have?” Kurt was tempted to say yes just so he wouldn’t have to hear it, but he figured it couldn’t be any worse than the current conversation topic.   He shook his head no and gestured to Thomas to lay it upon him. “Well, it’s a restaurant I’ve been thinking about opening.   I’m not sure what kind of food it’s gonna serve yet, but the main attraction won’t be the food.   Basically it’s a normal restaurant with an average everyday menu, but the thing is once you are done with the meal you can break your dishes.”   Kurt’s long stare and puzzled look told Thomas that he was expecting to hear more.   “That’s it.” “You know Thomas,” Kurt started, “I’ve heard a lot of weird ideas from you, but if I were to list all of your ideas in order of weirdness this would rank pretty high up there.   Definitely a number one contender.” “No, really it’s not that bad.   It’s unique.   People can come in...
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