Flying back home...

After two years of long expectation and longing... I'm coming back to Iran for three weeks... I'm coming home.

 

As I was born and raised in France, some may think that Iran is not my "home", and that I do not have the right to call myself an Iranian.

 

But I am Iranian, and proud to be. I may not know it as much as those who were raised there, but Iran is my homeland.

 

And I will the most excited of all when our plane will touch Iran's ground, when they will announce "Welcome to Tehran"...and when the doors will open... the wonderful air of "khaake Iran" (Iran's soil) will reach my nose, and its heat will caress my face. And I will lay my eyes on the beautiful mountains surrounding Tehran.

 

And feel home.

Done