Growing up in New York City, @imanharirikia says she always felt disconnected from her American peers. "I didn’t understand the American teenage experience. I clung to the belief that perhaps, in Iran, the fractured pieces of my identity would papier-mâché themselves together and I’d feel whole." But the first time she can remember traveling to Iran, when she was in middle school, "I found myself even more outside of my body. I yearned to push up my sleeves and pant legs in the hundred-degree heat, to pull down my roosari and itch the top of my head. I thought that being surrounded by people who looked like me would feel freeing. But I’d never received more looks in my life than I did on that visit. From older women, who judged the way I wore maxi dresses or jumpsuits beneath my robe in public. From men, who saw I was unaccompanied." Read as she recounts her personal experiences with the morality police, and what this revolutionary moment means to her, at the link in bio.