Driving in Tehran is a bit tricky. The rules are pretty much broken. It is not really safe. You just have to be very careful and calm. If you are not calm or a patient person, then driving wouldn’t really be a great idea. There’s a lot of traffic. Cars can suddenly come out of nowhere and they will come too close to you. Motorcycles are a different story. They go really fast and you have to let them go through. No matter whose fault it is, if you hit them, it is your fault. Oh and seatbelts aren’t required, only in highways! And kids under the age of 13 can sit on the passenger seat.
The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for. During the day, I edit web content. At night and on weekends, I sing and jam with a guitarist. And somewhere in between the day, I write. I write about my immigration to the States as a child. I write about my father growing older and my fear of losing him. I write about the common loss immigrants share. What I would like to achieve mostly is to become a better person. I like to help make the world a better place. I am bothered by poverty and homelessness. I am bothered by inequality. As a woman growing up in the Middle East, I naturally became a feminist. I care about women's rights, their ability to voice their thoughts, to sing freely. I love connecting to people. I love hearing their stories. If you have an idea for something I could write or something I can do to help, or if you need music for a small gathering, please message me. View all posts by Elle