Leaving has never been this heart wrenching.

I have done it before, and I will do it again. But this time is different. I have loved and lived and felt like home. I have been inspired to write by parks named for literature, the beautiful Shiraz, and the people: proud, infuriating, intelligent. A people who never stop wanting more.

There is no place like Iran.

Leaving is heart wrenching, but then I suppose this is the price we pay for opening our hearts. For falling headfirst, no landing plan, no safety gear. For allowing ourselves to be consumed. For loving.

And what a beautiful price it is, too. I think of how without it I could have never created art or written fiction, and I am almost ready to do it all over again.

I will feel your absence like salt in rice, like gloves in Mashhadi winters.

You will all be missed.

Written by : raaziasajid

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