An ode to Persian hospitality
Did I pack my own bags? No, but I should have. On the sleepless eve before boarding flights bound for one of the world’s most notorious destinations, the Islamic Republic of Iran, I unconsciously stuff my backpack with other people’s unreasoned suspicions and prejudices.
On cue, in my first few minutes on the ground, a startling thing happens to that baggage. Aboard the gender-segregated Tehran
