Road Between Two Hearts
 (preliminary cover)
Road Between Two Hearts: A Black American Bride Discovers Iran is the account of me as a self-identified American, Black American, Christian, and cross-cultural trainer too ashamed to admit I am terrified to start a new life with my husband in his homeland Iran. The rest of the story is what happens when I deny my true feelings and go anyway.
Covering a period that spans the time my husband and I lived in Iran (1992 -1996) up through 2011 when both my parents-in-law died, Road Between Two Hearts is the only personal account of Iran written by an African American. In the end, it depicts the life of my husband's Iranian family extending over several generations and revealing a side of everyday people yet to be known by most Americans. |
Ah! The coolness of sand sifting through a warm hand! An early memory with Mahmoud at Wingaersheek Beach, Goucester, Massachusetts
Here is where the comment “Like father, like son!” so comes to mind! It is, however, the first and only time I saw Mahmoud and Baba in piggyback mode!
Daughter Parisa by the Caspian Sea, with her Baba Bozorg along for the stroll
Baba and Maman share a laugh after my sisters-in-law had fun dolling their mother up in lipstick, blush, and eyeshadow she never wore
Niki and Parisa were nearly inseparable after Niki first looked up in his sister's face and broke into a beautiful smile
|
Both a sweet and bittersweet moment in Columbus: full of family and friends from my side in America, nearly no one from his homeland, so far away
Mahmoud’s and my children, Parisa and Nikiar (“Niki”), sharing a moment with their paternal grandparents, Baba Bozorg and Maman Bozorg
|
