Those dreams I have at night are going to drive me crazy. Last night I dreamed that little red-haired girl and I were eating lunch together. . . But she's gone. . . She's moved away, and I don't know where she lives, and she doesn't know I even exist, and I'll never see her again. . . And. . . I wish men cried.
This is a good time to ask apologists for the Islamic regime, who degrades Islam? Who imposes stoning, forced marriage of underage girls and flogging for not wearing the veil? Do such practices represent Iran's ancient history and culture, its ethnic and religious diversity? Its centuries of sensual and subversive poetry?