My Mother, Her Secrets
New York Times / JASMIN DARZNIK
10-May-2010 (one comment)

SOME years ago, when I was in my early 20s, I found a photograph of my mother as a bride. That the man beside her was not my father, that she’d kept this marriage a secret from me, that she had been disturbingly young — none of this unsettled me as much as her expression. Eyes downcast and lips pouted, she looked as if the next shot would have shown her crying.

In that moment I thought: That is not my mother.

My family left Iran during the 1979 Islamic Revolution. My parents bought a roadside motel in California and set out to make new lives for us. Immigration baffled, then broke, my father, and so it was my mother who took charge of the motel, my mother who sat behind the plastic window of the manager’s suite answering the phone, my mother who cleaned the rooms on weekends and all the other days when the maid didn’t show up.

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Monda

Resonating with many of us,

by Monda on Mon May 10, 2010 01:07 PM PDT

Iranian-American mothers hoping that one day our daughters would be able to articulate their own experiences of us, as clearly as Jasmin has. Can't wait to read her book.


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