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From cultural experiences to random thoughts and probably a lot to do with classical music, I hope these posts leave you ending on a high note.
When you marry in Iran, you don't just marry the person, you marry the family. Family is who you mostly hang out with, and there's a certain family culture that's majorly taken into consideration when bringing someone else into the picture. Because the West has such a high emphasis on individualism, this sort of group input can seem bizarre when it comes to something as personal as marriage.
I stepped on the same grounds that once belonged to a king of the Safavid Empire over 400 years ago. Shah Abbas I was 17 years old when he was announced King in 1588. Let those numbers sink in for a second.
I am a people watcher. It's fascinating. Watching mannerisms and how humans interact with other humans and the rest of the world can tell so much about a character. A great place to people watch is at the airport.
Iran may seem like a whole new world to you (insert Aladdin joke here), and it probably is, but it might not be the world you picture it to be.
Our opinions are an accumulation of our experiences. There are so many factors that go into how one forms an opinion. How can one judge another's opinion before attempting to understand the needed context that developed that train of thought? How can one attempt to explain an opinion to the other side if you yourself are unwilling to budge or acknowledge that their thoughts, feelings, and beliefs are as equally valid as yours? How can you expect one to listen, but not hold yourself to the same standard?