This is the autobiography of Masih Alinejad, a brave and outspoken journalist from Iran. Through her life experiences, she demonstrates and explores the multidimensional facets of Iran, and provides the context for current events.
Masih was born in Ghomikola, a small rural village in the outskirts of Iran that is the area of the Mazandarani people of Iran. Her family's finances were modest, and they could not afford new clothes, but Masih had a treasure in her mother, who was endlessly supportive and understanding of her. Meanwhile, her father was a village elder who was zealously devoted to the current regime, going so far as to disown Masih when she did not align to traditionalist interpretations of theology. During her childhood and young adulthood, the impact of the political regime was omnipresent. Dinners at the kitchen table were sharply marked by heated debates by different sides of her extended family, who were aligned differently, either preferring the previous more secular Pahlavi dynasty or the current Ayatollah government. Before she was born, the liberal forces who wanted more political liberty, the communists that supported workers, and the clerics who wanted to involve more religion in governance joined forces to overthrow the modernizing but rather corrupt Shah. However, the dreams of a more open democracy, of the more liberal factions, were shattered as the Shah's replacement actually became a more authoritarian, religious regime.
Women became subjugated. Wearing the hijab became a compulsory requirement, instead of a personal choice. In the new regime, a woman's life and testimony were worth exactly one half the value of a man's. They couldn't work as judges-- meaning their rights in court were subject to a man's decision. Segregation by gender was laid down with a heavy fist. In cinemas, parks and stadiums, women cannot comingle with men. Women cannot divorce men and they cannot retain custody of their children.
Human rights in Iran was also severely hampered. They did not have a lot of freedom to gather-- the morality police was constantly out and about, stopping and questioning pairs or couples to see if the man and woman were related or married. They did not have a lot of freedom of speech or press-- words or publications that criticized the Ayatollah's government were considered sedition and punishable in terrifying ways. They did not have fair rights to trial-- political dissidents, numbering tens of thousands, were disappeared and summarily executed. They did not have a right to protest-- protesters were visited and taken away by the fearsome security apparatus, notorious for torture. They did not have a right to free thought-- education was very much ideological. There was a lot of theological and political orthodoxy injected into the curriculum: education was very much religion-based, and as for politics every day schoolchildren had to chant 'Death to America, Death to Israel, Death to England,' a litany of wished-for deaths. If one refused, like Masid, to tow the line with these propaganda, one was expelled from education and had no prospects.
In a formidable oppressive environment like this, someone more meek might choose to kowtow to the laws despite what they resolve in their hearts. However, Masih could never submit to a bully who would not let her think for herself or remove her autonomy.
This book is important, because the headlines in the news, both past and present, involving thousands of deaths or protests, can reduce the situation of people to a statistic. But with Masih's lively, engrossing story, we are made to feel and inhabit the reality of this daily situation for Iranians. We learn of Masih's friends and family, intelligent reformists, suffering in real detail: they are bruised and beaten, interrogated repeatedly and scared. They are chained to filthy jails, and sentenced to lashes for not observing separation of genders during their book readings or political meetings. They are kicked in the ribs by morality police if they walk alone at night as women. We also learn of the rich culture of Iran, a country with places as varied as Tehran, Bobol, and Ghomikola, each with different neighborhoods and outlooks on the world.
This book is a significant reminder of the continuing struggle for gender equality and human rights.
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I also have to register my admiration for Masih's brother, Ali, and his friends. Rationally, it must be easier, in any social conditions of grave injustice, to tow the line and uphold the status quo when it is designed to benefit you, and ignore that there are others who will pay the price. Here, in this situation, men enjoyed more freedoms. Men like Ali could have coasted on their privilege and assuaged their hearts that there was really nothing that could be done. Instead he strove to participate in politically active reformist activities, even if that exacted a heavy toll on him, his years in life (spent in jail), his comforts, and his life opportunities. It's a lesson on the nobility of standing up for the oppressed when we find ourselves the ones who are relatively privileged.