By Tabatha Chaney

Tehran, Iran

I met this woman on a train in Tehran, Iran. She was positively giddy when she found out I was American. She spoke of her sister who lives in California and how she hopes to join her there one day.

The woman sold cosmetics on the train, an endeavor that could land her in jail, however she alluded no sense of fear. She spoke profusely of her disdain for being forced to wear the Hijab and couldn’t wait to be “free” in America.

She spoke with excitement, her eyes wide, her voice loud enough for the rest of the train to hear; unafraid.

(Tehran, Iran)

Keith Friedlander