“What I don't tell him is that I don't want to see him. My real Baba is a thirty-three-year-old storybook hero: untouchable, unquenchable, a star. When we meet, a weight drags down my shoulders, like the time a shelf broke… — Dina Nayeri Copy Share Image
“I decided that I had been foolish to be ashamed of Baba, to let my need for security conquer every other instinct. I had spent years nursing the wrong fears. Baba's Iranianness, his village ways, weren't the problem. Just the… — Dina Nayeri Copy Share Image
“You can't fight instinct. You can't teach genuine restraint. I got my instincts from a man whose supply of restraint was as limited and… — Dina Nayeri Copy Share Image
“The mystic Al-Ghazali said that the inhabitants of heaven remain forever thirty-three. It reminds me of Iran, stuck in 1976 in the imagination of… — Dina Nayeri Copy Share Image
“What I don't tell him is that I don't want to see him. My real Baba is a thirty-three-year-old storybook hero: untouchable, unquenchable, a… — Dina Nayeri Copy Share Image
“I decided that I had been foolish to be ashamed of Baba, to let my need for security conquer every other instinct. I had… — Dina Nayeri Copy Share Image
“As a child, she believed he was the kindest man she knew. But slowly over the years, Baba became a stranger and she feels… — Dina Nayeri Copy Share Image
