I am planning to go to Iran this Summer. I've waited for a long time. I think now it's the time. To reach my old self and walk back to my childhood memories. Those were good years that I will never forget. Maybe going back could help me strengthen my mind. And I can feel less home-sick. I also want to see the faces of my people. I want to remember how it felt not having much freedom. I don't want to be selfish and forget how people suffer.
When I go, to them I will be very different. To me they will be different too. But I'm still me no matter what.