Farzin Farzad
Every morning I pass by an impressive statue on my walk to campus. The protagonist is a commanding figure, riding his horse through the clouds, pointing his scimitar toward the sky. It stands on a tall stone base that pushes the total height to about 23 meters (25 yards). It commands attention.
Farzin Farzad
We are divided. We are a community that escaped religious indoctrination, racism, and the systematic and social eradication of our language, culture, and our identity.
We arrived at the doorstep of the “land of free” to take advantage of all of the liberal economic and social policies that America’s forefathers enshrined in the Constitution. We developed into wealthy, highly-educated, elite members of American society and broke free from a theocratic experiment that is tantamount to a prison on a grand scale. Yet somehow we still can’t seem to formulate who we are. We remain in the most tragic prison of all, in an identity crisis. Are we American, Iranian, or Azerbaijani?
