Rethinking Iran
- derik boghozian
- glenadle
- IRAN, ISLAMIC REPUBLIC OF
- 17
My family’s immigration is a pretty interesting story to tell. I’m Derik and I am going to tell the story of my parent’s immigration. It’s not a crazy story, but it’s fairly entertaining. Hopefully this will help enlighten a few people about different cultures.
Both of my parents are from Iran. They’ve told me countless stories about their lives there. I’ve heard some horrible things from them about their country. All women in Iran must completely cover all their hair. If they fail to do so, they can be arrested, but since the police there are corrupt, God only knows what happens to the half of them. Their army drafts the youngest of men. There is also no smoking or drinking age, so things can get a little out of hand if they have a drunk thirteen year old wielding a rifle, ready for war.
I have also heard a few good things about Iran. The families that live there are really close with each other. They usually live in a three-story house with about twelve family members at a time. They would go on the rooftops and barbeque tenderized meat, which is a traditional meal. They pretty much had kabob every single day, alongside other meals. Economy wise, Iran is not doing so well. I’m not too aware of what is mainly traded or sold there so I wouldn’t know ho to explain their currency.
My parents moved to America for more freedom. They did not like the way their government set their laws. They had to work extra hard to make a living. Moving out of Iran, in my opinion, was a great idea. I’m very happy that I live in California, although I despise America. In the end, my parents barely regret moving out of Iran. The only thing they regret is that I got into drugs, but they’re tripping too hard. If I lived in Iran, I would’ve probably been doing much worst right now, health wise and behavior wise!