This painful episode has awakened my old fears. That voice inside my head has returned: keep your mouth shut. But wait, I keep telling myself, this is not Iran. This is Los Angeles, California — and the drama school is a community of enlightened artists.
. The next day, I bought a pack of blue Kent, sat in a coffee shop with a poetry book by Sohrab Sepehri while sipping on my Espresso cup. It was there that I lit my first official cigarette.
I am an Iranian Muslim born Bisexual woman who migrated to the West in search of freedom at the age of 20.