From the ages of 6 to 10, the scarf was my daily uniform in Iran

“I was standing on the corner of Broadway and Pike Street, waiting for the light to change so I could cross, when a young man shoved me in front of a moving vehicle. Fortunately, the driver stopped in time. I faced the guy who pushed me, but all he said was “I guess I tripped and just didn’t see you. Sorry.’ He looked over my shoulder while talking to me. He almost sounded bored.”

Posted October 1, 2001

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